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[Jan. 5th, 2012|08:03 am]

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They were at the coffee shop. Asuma shouldered his way through the door, propping it open for Ryouma to follow, and shivered reflexively as the central heating blew the cold off his skin. Stupid to come out just wearing a shirt when the thermometer was already dipping low.

“Grab a table,” he told Ryouma. “What d’you want? Something strong an sugary? S’my treat.”

"Strong an' sugary is right up my alley. First caffeine in six months." Ryouma’s face had gone back to wolfish again, but this time a wolf with a rabbit in biting distance.

“Better make it two, then,” Asuma said. “Or maybe half of one, seein’ as your tolerance’ll be on the floor.” He shook leaves off his boots and went to the counter, smiling at the pretty brunette behind it. “Mornin’, darlin’. What’ve you got that’ll drop my friend into a diabetic coma?”

The woman behind the counter wasn’t looking at him. Her eyes had fixed on Ryouma, wide and brown.

“I know you,” she said abruptly. “You were in here months ago, with Hatake Kakashi. You carried him out.” Her glance flicked to Asuma, looking him over. Whatever she saw didn’t seem to measure up. She turned back to Ryouma, visibly saddened. “Did you break up?”

“No,” said Ryouma quickly. “Sort of just officially got together, actually.” There was warmth in his voice for the first time. Asuma glanced at him, catching the unconscious little smile flicking around the corners of Ryouma’s mouth. “I’ve been out of town. Catchin’ up with friends now.” The smile widened, deliberate and directed at Asuma. “Makin’ new ones.”

Asuma grinned. “Ain’t he adorable?” he told the barista.

The glowing look she gave him reminded him of Reiko. What was it with women and gay men?

“First drink’s on the house,” she told him firmly. “What’ll you have?”

He ordered some winter-themed, cinnamon-spiced chocolate thing for Ryouma with extra syrup and a liberal dollop of whipped cream on top, and stuck to black coffee for himself, doused with enough sugar to balance a spoon in.

“Hey, Ryouma, you eat meat?”

"I eat anything that's not moving." He thought for a beat. "No, scratch that. I've eaten some things that were. Though sometimes starving really was preferable. Why?"

There was a joke in there, but Asuma let it go. “Round of sandwiches for starving guy, then, love,” he said, smiling at the barista. “Throw in anything you like, so long as it’s tasty, and chuck on a few veggie ones for me?”

She dropped the drinks on the counter, collected his money, and whipped into the kitchen like a woman on a mission. Laughing, Asuma returned to the table Ryouma had picked out in the corner, where they could both set their backs to the wall. Smart man.

He set the coffee down at Ryouma’s elbow, and dropped down into his seat.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask you how Hatake—” he corrected himself. “Kakashi’s been doing. I dropped by to see him a couple months back, but he slammed the door on me. I wanna get the scoop on you, too. But first...” He grinned broadly and scooted his chair in, propping his elbows on the table. “Open your present, man. I’m dying to see your face.”
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