[ there's something beautiful about the fact riddle is genuinely torn up and in perpetual anguish over the mere thought of two of them linking up with other people while kaiser gleefully awaits the day he gets a free pass to torment what would essentially be the side bitch. happy valentine's day, everybody! ]
Don't be foolish.
[ riddle chuffs. ]
When have you ever known me to cut anyone slack? If he wants to keep me, then he will either impress me or die trying. I won't accept anything less.
[ though, he has to say, he kind of agrees with kaiser. riddle, the delulu little munchkin, doesn't think he's that hard to please. just take him out for gourmet dessert, provide an act of service, and rent out an exorbitant private space for him so he doesn't have to interact with riff-raff? the hardest part will be eating his honmei without expiring!
while kaiser flops around a bit, riddle takes a moment to hook his fingers into the backs of his shoes to hang them up, responding all the while. ]
A romance would be appropriate... We will need to find something with an interesting subgenre, however.
[ when he returns to slide onto the couch next to his bestie, riddle has brought the remote with him. ]
Ah. What about the new Nosferatu? I have yet to see it, but I want to. A dark, macabre romance is still a romance.
[ pretend nosferatu is already out or that i sent the hotel my pirated copy. anyway, riddle is pretty sure he'll crash the fuck out if they watch a sad romance or period drama, and he knows for a fact neither he nor the wife would enjoy a lowbrow romcom. ]
[ in fact, that's kind of kaiser's preferred arrangement, because he is self-aware that he has intimacy issues that are severe and abnormal and cares enough to not want to bring that into a regular bedroom arrangement? so this hypothetical boyfie can take care of various household needs like a good little trophy husband... it's like what people who fear the woke lgbtqs would do if they could implement their version of the handmaid's tale. ]
Mm, okay. I heard it got pretty good reviews, I've been wanting to watch it too.
[ he lifts his arm so riddle can lean against him and kaiser can drape his arm over him. the sofa is actually so comfy that kaiser doesn't think his tit is a particularly good upgrade to it, but he thought he should offer the option! ]
Have you seen the original movie before? I promise, I won't make fun of your tastes for being pedestrian if you haven't...
[ more like kaiser's the weird one for having seen it and being a zoomer... to be honest... ]
[ it's okay, because riddle's self-awareness extends so far as to know he is an unlikeable weirdo most normal people simply cannot or will not tolerate-- deep down, he's convinced that outside of his books and grades and whatever his mother has lined up for his future, he has nothing and no one. it's getting...a little bit better? sometimes he genuinely thinks about telling his mother to fuck off so he can become homoplatonic life-partners with a certain famous soccer player and maybe even dabble in law school.
alas, he's paralyzed by the perpetual anxiety of kaiser deciding to dip one of these days, so standing up to his mother won't be happening anytime soon. it's also why, upon his return, rather than sit down immediately, he stands and stares at that riddle-sized space offered to him by his bestie.
riddle knows what it means when someone lifts an arm for you like that, he's not that fucking naive!! and you would have to be an absolute goofball not to want to lay on that sweet german booba?? cor blimey, does riddle want to. that's prime fucking real estate right there? just imagining the warmth and firmness is making riddle's face heat up. to reject this offer would be true headassery.
unfortunately, the headassery is probably going to win out over riddle. when he wonders which he'll regret more, going in for the cuddle or not going in for the cuddle, he's...not actually sure? to the surprise of no one, riddle has never sat this close to anyone before. what's more, to share such an intimate first with the person he's insane over... is it not obvious why this decision could ruin someone's life?
in the end, riddle says 'u think u have intimacy issues lol hold my beer' and does what he does best: deny his desire. after kind standing there and staring and blushing weirdly, he takes his seat next to kaiser, but is mindful of leaving enough room for jesus between them. he does his best to act totally normal and not all gutted as he fiddles with the remote. ]
I have not, as a matter of fact. Tease me, and it's off with your head. I wasn't allowed to watch television or movies growing up, so anything I've seen thus far has been fairly recent.
[ boop boop boop goes the tv as he pulls up the sexy gothic vampire movie..... ]
[ surprisingly, kaiser will be normal about the offer to cuddle being rejected. the thing is, though, is that kaiser is like a cat in that he only wants to be touched on his own terms, so who knows when this chance will come back around... but also, kaiser is really enjoying leaning back into the sofa, so he doesn't mind too much. strictly speaking, his boobs are usually available to riddle and the comfort of this hotel room is not — so he gets it! (he does not get what is going on in riddle's mind, though.)
he just puts his arm down like a surprisingly normal person and leans back further, relaxing against the cushioning. ]
Hm, well, we all have our crosses to carry. [ just a little teasing? eheh? ] It's fairly good. I mean, dated, for sure... but it's nice to watch some older cinema every once in a while. You know, to appreciate how far it has come since.
[ that, and at heart, kaiser has the tastes of an old man. ]
I'll leave the commentary for afterwards, though. I'm ready whenever you are.
[ kaiser's a good wife and lets the husband take charge with these things...! ]
[ oh, to be kaiser, oblivious to the agonies of those who are unfortunate enough to [WORD NOT IN THE BAD BITCH BIBLE] him. it must be nice. riddle thinks it has to be nice, because there's nothing pleasant about the way his stomach knots up with immediate regret. now his fucking chest hurts??? he hates this. seeing the other man put his arm down like it's the most normal thing in the world makes riddle feel even less normal than he already is. ]
Oh, honestly... [ kaiser can has little a bit of teasing, as a treat. ] Perhaps we can watch the old one after we finish this one? It might be interesting to compare and contrast the cinematography. Anyway...
[ he's being sincere about that. boop boop, says the tv, and then the movie starts. it's a little hard to concentrate at first, not due to a lack of entertainment because the movie is actually really good?? but riddle's indecisiveness is still on his mind. sure, this sofa is the most comfortable thing he's ever sat on, but even so, nothing compares to german naturals, and honestly he feels a bit like he's being absorbed into it because of how small he is??? as if he could get lost between the cushions like a common penny...
maybe it's his imagination. regardless, it's about when count olrok's sexy ass shows up that riddle decides enough is enough and he forces himself to scoot in next to his wife. not enough to press against him, he can acknowledge that that ship has sailed, but it's certainly clear he wants to be closer, what with him leaving enough room for one of his small hands to fit between their hips and that's it. imagine riddle's surprise when, other than him blushing furiously, nothing happens. nothing changes. kaiser doesn't immediately declare this friendship Over and leave him forever. who would have thought? ]
[ true, everybody knows german craftsmanship is unparalleled, and kaiser has put his all into honing his craft (working out). he is so blissfully aware of riddle's situation — both mentally, and the fact that he might get swallowed up by the sofa cushions — and unironically is completely locked into the movie, the obnoxious connoisseur of them that he is. when riddle scoots in, kaiser glances down and towards him, blinking a few times before looking back at the screen... maybe he doesn't want to make anything of it, kaiser figures? he didn't before, and kaiser can read the room! ahah!
that said, riddle is awfully red and kaiser is making an effort to be a good friend(?) or something(?), so he leans in slightly before asking: ]
All good?
[ for some reason, he says this with more of a german accent than usual. he's been vibing with his countrymen onscreen, perhaps. never mind that they aren't actual germans... ]
[ maybe being more daring and indulging in closeness isn't such a bad thing? communicating his feelings and worries to kaiser has worked out well in the past-- isn't this the same thing in a way?
oh, nevermind it. riddle knows if he dwells on it too much right now, he'll end up missing what is genuinely an enjoyable movie. it hits all his pings! classic literature, accurate period costumes, gore, and all manner of things not typically associated with prim little flowers. kaiser isn't bothered by the sudden decimation of space between them, therefore he has no reason to spare it anymore thought.
poor thomas' problems seem more deserving of his attention, quite frankly. riddle is just about to settle in and return his focus to the movie, but of course kaiser has to throw him a curveball (as he so often does), leaving riddle deciding once and for all-- fuck thomas, his life is infinitely worse. ]
Ah... Yes. I'm fine.
[ totally fine. that's why he averts his gaze momentarily and tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. terribly cliche, he knows, but there's no saving him, not with that deep voice and slight accent spoken so close to him. he couldn't turn redder even if he wanted to. ]
I was simply getting more comfortable. With how tense the atmosphere is, you should be more worried about Thomas right now.
[ whether bad things happen to this poor white man cannot be helped at this point, as far as kaiser is concerned. he has excellent division between fiction and reality when the direction is coming from the fiction side! when it's coming from the reality side, though... not so much. nobody can be perfect, though. ]
... It's not a stomachache, is it?
[ kaiser could tolerate a few of riddle's special chocos after forging his strength with years of eating trash and other such things barely better than plastic. he shalln't even attempt to estimate how many test rounds riddle has been through over the last few days, so it seems very possible that a combination of more of that today plus an ultra luxurious parfait could be hitting really hard at the moment? he's sooooooo... thoughtful! ]
Obviously. I meant that you should use your imagination and put yourself in his place rather than worry about me.
[ his wife is such a smartass... though, riddle has to say, he would probably just sock the creepy old weird vampire man in the face if he got too close? and imagines kaiser would do something similar if he was in isekai'd into thomas' life right now?
well, it doesn't matter. riddle can barely pay attention when he's working his hardest to try and steady his heartbeat. his chocolate abomination and the most delicious parfait in the world are the furthest things from his mind, leaving him wondering if he appears sick or nauseous. despite the anguish it's causing him though, riddle doesn't make any moves to scoot away, instead putting on a frown and trying to remain strong. ]
It most certainly isn't a stomachache. From where I was sitting, it felt as if I was sinking between the cushions. They're almost too soft.
[ kaiser having a genteel wife? that would never happen, he can't relate at all. also, yeah, kaiser would not easily tolerate alla this from an ugly old man. gross! a hot old man, that might be different, but that is not relevant at the moment— ]
Ahh... [ kaiser hadn't thought about this angle. ] Are the pillows any stiffer?
[ with that, he'll reach right over riddle — blocking his view temporarily, truly a sin of movie-watching, and coming awfully close to smothering riddle into the sofa in his attempt to grab some of the pillows stacked at the corner of the sofa— ]
[ something something riddle letting noel noa cannibalize him if he was a decrepit vampire. that's not important right now. what is important is the fact his view of the movie is being obscured (and during an incredibly tense scene no less!) by six feet of jacked german goodness.
and let it be said that riddle loathes to admit that it is indeed goodness. avoiding pictures and videos where kaiser is either shirtless or wearing insane nonsense like lederhosen that leaves an impressive amount of leg visible is honestly a full-time job, but guess who does it? riddle! riddle does! because he knows there is a line in this friendship he must not cross under any circumstances, or it will make existing in kaiser's presence 1000% harder. as long as it's difficult to imagine anything untoward, riddle is confident he can survive this constant emotional rollercoaster.
or rather, he was confident, but just like that, all his dedication gets flushed down the toilet... kaiser is practically on top of him? he could absolutely swing his leg over him and straddle him if he wanted to? and he's so close, riddle doesn't know whether to stare at his gorgeous face or his perfect jawline or that tattoo peeking out from above his collar. ]
Ggh...! What are you doing?! I'll grab them myself, there's no need for all this!
[ riddle tries pointedly looking to and fro, and ends up trying to escape by leaning to the side, away from the jolly blue giant's body and in the direction he's reaching for. all he manages to do is sidle over an inch or two before the combination of the larger body above him and the overly yielding cushions beneath him end with riddle on his back.
well, at least he isn't sinking into the couch now? he's just rose-red and frozen, suddenly keen to give up on grabbing for the stupid pillows. ]
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Don't be foolish.
[ riddle chuffs. ]
When have you ever known me to cut anyone slack? If he wants to keep me, then he will either impress me or die trying. I won't accept anything less.
[ though, he has to say, he kind of agrees with kaiser. riddle, the delulu little munchkin, doesn't think he's that hard to please. just take him out for gourmet dessert, provide an act of service, and rent out an exorbitant private space for him so he doesn't have to interact with riff-raff? the hardest part will be eating his honmei without expiring!
while kaiser flops around a bit, riddle takes a moment to hook his fingers into the backs of his shoes to hang them up, responding all the while. ]
A romance would be appropriate... We will need to find something with an interesting subgenre, however.
[ when he returns to slide onto the couch next to his bestie, riddle has brought the remote with him. ]
Ah. What about the new Nosferatu? I have yet to see it, but I want to. A dark, macabre romance is still a romance.
[ pretend nosferatu is already out or that i sent the hotel my pirated copy. anyway, riddle is pretty sure he'll crash the fuck out if they watch a sad romance or period drama, and he knows for a fact neither he nor the wife would enjoy a lowbrow romcom. ]
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Mm, okay. I heard it got pretty good reviews, I've been wanting to watch it too.
[ he lifts his arm so riddle can lean against him and kaiser can drape his arm over him. the sofa is actually so comfy that kaiser doesn't think his tit is a particularly good upgrade to it, but he thought he should offer the option! ]
Have you seen the original movie before? I promise, I won't make fun of your tastes for being pedestrian if you haven't...
[ more like kaiser's the weird one for having seen it and being a zoomer... to be honest... ]
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alas, he's paralyzed by the perpetual anxiety of kaiser deciding to dip one of these days, so standing up to his mother won't be happening anytime soon. it's also why, upon his return, rather than sit down immediately, he stands and stares at that riddle-sized space offered to him by his bestie.
riddle knows what it means when someone lifts an arm for you like that, he's not that fucking naive!! and you would have to be an absolute goofball not to want to lay on that sweet german booba?? cor blimey, does riddle want to. that's prime fucking real estate right there? just imagining the warmth and firmness is making riddle's face heat up. to reject this offer would be true headassery.
unfortunately, the headassery is probably going to win out over riddle. when he wonders which he'll regret more, going in for the cuddle or not going in for the cuddle, he's...not actually sure? to the surprise of no one, riddle has never sat this close to anyone before. what's more, to share such an intimate first with the person he's insane over... is it not obvious why this decision could ruin someone's life?
in the end, riddle says 'u think u have intimacy issues lol hold my beer' and does what he does best: deny his desire. after kind standing there and staring and blushing weirdly, he takes his seat next to kaiser, but is mindful of leaving enough room for jesus between them. he does his best to act totally normal and not all gutted as he fiddles with the remote. ]
I have not, as a matter of fact. Tease me, and it's off with your head. I wasn't allowed to watch television or movies growing up, so anything I've seen thus far has been fairly recent.
[ boop boop boop goes the tv as he pulls up the sexy gothic vampire movie..... ]
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he just puts his arm down like a surprisingly normal person and leans back further, relaxing against the cushioning. ]
Hm, well, we all have our crosses to carry. [ just a little teasing? eheh? ] It's fairly good. I mean, dated, for sure... but it's nice to watch some older cinema every once in a while. You know, to appreciate how far it has come since.
[ that, and at heart, kaiser has the tastes of an old man. ]
I'll leave the commentary for afterwards, though. I'm ready whenever you are.
[ kaiser's a good wife and lets the husband take charge with these things...! ]
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Oh, honestly... [ kaiser can has little a bit of teasing, as a treat. ] Perhaps we can watch the old one after we finish this one? It might be interesting to compare and contrast the cinematography. Anyway...
[ he's being sincere about that. boop boop, says the tv, and then the movie starts. it's a little hard to concentrate at first, not due to a lack of entertainment because the movie is actually really good?? but riddle's indecisiveness is still on his mind. sure, this sofa is the most comfortable thing he's ever sat on, but even so, nothing compares to german naturals, and honestly he feels a bit like he's being absorbed into it because of how small he is??? as if he could get lost between the cushions like a common penny...
maybe it's his imagination. regardless, it's about when count olrok's sexy ass shows up that riddle decides enough is enough and he forces himself to scoot in next to his wife. not enough to press against him, he can acknowledge that that ship has sailed, but it's certainly clear he wants to be closer, what with him leaving enough room for one of his small hands to fit between their hips and that's it. imagine riddle's surprise when, other than him blushing furiously, nothing happens. nothing changes. kaiser doesn't immediately declare this friendship Over and leave him forever. who would have thought? ]
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that said, riddle is awfully red and kaiser is making an effort to be a good friend(?) or something(?), so he leans in slightly before asking: ]
All good?
[ for some reason, he says this with more of a german accent than usual. he's been vibing with his countrymen onscreen, perhaps. never mind that they aren't actual germans... ]
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oh, nevermind it. riddle knows if he dwells on it too much right now, he'll end up missing what is genuinely an enjoyable movie. it hits all his pings! classic literature, accurate period costumes, gore, and all manner of things not typically associated with prim little flowers. kaiser isn't bothered by the sudden decimation of space between them, therefore he has no reason to spare it anymore thought.
poor thomas' problems seem more deserving of his attention, quite frankly. riddle is just about to settle in and return his focus to the movie, but of course kaiser has to throw him a curveball (as he so often does), leaving riddle deciding once and for all-- fuck thomas, his life is infinitely worse. ]
Ah... Yes. I'm fine.
[ totally fine. that's why he averts his gaze momentarily and tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. terribly cliche, he knows, but there's no saving him, not with that deep voice and slight accent spoken so close to him. he couldn't turn redder even if he wanted to. ]
I was simply getting more comfortable. With how tense the atmosphere is, you should be more worried about Thomas right now.
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[ whether bad things happen to this poor white man cannot be helped at this point, as far as kaiser is concerned. he has excellent division between fiction and reality when the direction is coming from the fiction side! when it's coming from the reality side, though... not so much. nobody can be perfect, though. ]
... It's not a stomachache, is it?
[ kaiser could tolerate a few of riddle's special chocos after forging his strength with years of eating trash and other such things barely better than plastic. he shalln't even attempt to estimate how many test rounds riddle has been through over the last few days, so it seems very possible that a combination of more of that today plus an ultra luxurious parfait could be hitting really hard at the moment? he's sooooooo... thoughtful! ]
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Obviously. I meant that you should use your imagination and put yourself in his place rather than worry about me.
[ his wife is such a smartass... though, riddle has to say, he would probably just sock the creepy old weird vampire man in the face if he got too close? and imagines kaiser would do something similar if he was in isekai'd into thomas' life right now?
well, it doesn't matter. riddle can barely pay attention when he's working his hardest to try and steady his heartbeat. his chocolate abomination and the most delicious parfait in the world are the furthest things from his mind, leaving him wondering if he appears sick or nauseous. despite the anguish it's causing him though, riddle doesn't make any moves to scoot away, instead putting on a frown and trying to remain strong. ]
It most certainly isn't a stomachache. From where I was sitting, it felt as if I was sinking between the cushions. They're almost too soft.
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[ kaiser having a genteel wife? that would never happen, he can't relate at all. also, yeah, kaiser would not easily tolerate alla this from an ugly old man. gross! a hot old man, that might be different, but that is not relevant at the moment— ]
Ahh... [ kaiser hadn't thought about this angle. ] Are the pillows any stiffer?
[ with that, he'll reach right over riddle — blocking his view temporarily, truly a sin of movie-watching, and coming awfully close to smothering riddle into the sofa in his attempt to grab some of the pillows stacked at the corner of the sofa— ]
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and let it be said that riddle loathes to admit that it is indeed goodness. avoiding pictures and videos where kaiser is either shirtless or wearing insane nonsense like lederhosen that leaves an impressive amount of leg visible is honestly a full-time job, but guess who does it? riddle! riddle does! because he knows there is a line in this friendship he must not cross under any circumstances, or it will make existing in kaiser's presence 1000% harder. as long as it's difficult to imagine anything untoward, riddle is confident he can survive this constant emotional rollercoaster.
or rather, he was confident, but just like that, all his dedication gets flushed down the toilet... kaiser is practically on top of him? he could absolutely swing his leg over him and straddle him if he wanted to? and he's so close, riddle doesn't know whether to stare at his gorgeous face or his perfect jawline or that tattoo peeking out from above his collar. ]
Ggh...! What are you doing?! I'll grab them myself, there's no need for all this!
[ riddle tries pointedly looking to and fro, and ends up trying to escape by leaning to the side, away from the jolly blue giant's body and in the direction he's reaching for. all he manages to do is sidle over an inch or two before the combination of the larger body above him and the overly yielding cushions beneath him end with riddle on his back.
well, at least he isn't sinking into the couch now? he's just rose-red and frozen, suddenly keen to give up on grabbing for the stupid pillows. ]