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Fon pauses in his morning stretches at the sound of a gun being fired. He breathes deeply, because it became a recurrent sound these days.
Fon speed walks to the kitchen, to Reborn glaring at the coffee machine—or what is left of the coffee machine—scattered along the counter top and still fuming.
He glances at the mug in Reborn’s hand, his favorite mug, and would rather see it on the solid wood of the counter top, because Reborn better not even think to drop it to indulge his dramatic self.
Reborn shoots at the coffee machine again, which apparently managed to upset him again even in death.
“You do realize I paid actual money for everything in this apartment?”
“It was broken.”
“Was it?”
Reborn rolls his eyes. “It was broken before I shot at it, obviously. You wouldn’t question it if you were the unfortunate one who took a sip of this… brown liquid.”
He spills it in the sink, a displeased and judging look on his face, and Fon purses his lips to not smile.
He indulged him enough. Today is the day he draws the line, and will get him to talk about whatever is upsetting him.
“Reborn, sweetheart—”
Reborn holds his finger. “No, no pet names. We literally just established I didn’t have my morning coffee yet. Please pay more attention to the tragedies of my life.”
Fon smiles his ‘I’m not dealing with your shit right now’ smile, and turns around to get back to his stretches.
Reborn follows him to the bedroom, drags him to the wardrobe, throws it open in a grand gesture.
“Make yourself pretty for me, darling. We’re going out for a morning coffee date.”
Fon walks in the coffee shop dressed in a three-piece red pastel suit, tailored specifically for him, Reborn’s arm around his waist. His loose hair fall alongside his back, held together at the bottom with a red ribbon.
They get stared at, but only by the people who know to drink in pretty sights whenever the opportunity presents itself.
They’re regular clients, and Fon is sure everyone thinks they’re business partners who have heavy make out sessions on their office desks.
It never fails to make him laugh. That’s as close to the truth as they’ll ever get, which is actually close.
Reborn removes his arm from his waist to lean on the counter.
“Reborn, Fon, good morning,” the cashier says, in a sweet tone Fon knows he doesn’t use with anyone else but Reborn. “The usual?”
“You know it,” Reborn says in a sultry tone. “And they better be perfect too, because I just might kill you for real this time for any mistakes at all.”
The cashier laughs, as if Reborn doesn’t mean every word. He licks his lips, runs his hand through his hair. “Noted. Cash or card?”
Reborn smiles, leans his head against his hand, gazes up at him, blinking slowly. The cashier blushes.
Fon wants to roll his eyes hard.
He can’t believe this guy doesn’t have any sense of how dangerous Reborn is. Sure he stepped up a few times already to save him from a bullet through his head, but he certainly wasn’t trying at all, not even once.
“Reborn, sweetheart.” Fon curls his fingers around the back of his neck, and leans in to whisper in his ear. “If you don’t stop flirting with him right now, I’ll kill him before you have the chance to.”
He goes look for a table, Reborn’s laugh sounding in his back, smiling at the weight of his eyes on him.
Reborn sits across from him, puts his fedora aside on the table, a smug expression on his face.
“I thought you’d never notice. Do you know how many people I ruined the life of for even looking at you?”
“If you want me to play in your games more often, then maybe you should have more tastes while choosing the background characters.”
“And yet my poor tastes lead me to you. Fon, darling, I assure you I don’t need help to insult you, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
Fon tilts his head. “I’m obviously the exception to the rule. You do need your morning coffee to function properly, don’t you?”
“Thanks for finally noticing.” Reborn crosses his legs, plays footsie with him under the table. “Come sit next to me.”
“Come sit next to me?”
Reborn scoffs. “No, thank you. It’s not that bad yet.”
Fon smiles. “That’s good to hear.”
Reborn rolls his eyes, but doesn’t comment. Fon leaves it at it for now, but more importantly it’s better for everyone in the shop he drinks some coffee first.
Their server arrives, a new one, and he puts both espressos in front of Reborn, and the cup of tea in front of Fon.
Reborn slides one of the espresso to him, and he puts it aside with a grateful smile.
Today is still not the day he’ll allow that awful drink inside his body, but he appreciates the sentiment.
“Want to talk about it?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You’ve been… on edge lately, Reborn. I think it would help you to let it all out.”
Reborn smirks. “Do you mean sex? I’d like that.”
“I meant emotionally on edge.”
“Do you mean sex? I’d like that.”
Fon purses his lips, willing his laugh not to come out. This will stay a serious conversation, whether Reborn likes it or not.
Reborn laughs, childish-like and proud of his own joke, and he can’t help but chuckles alongside with him.
“Is it work?”
Reborn sighs, either relenting or done with the conversation. He drinks his coffee in silence, looking at Fon straight in the eye.
He relents.
“Yes. I’m a bit… overworked right now. But nothing to worry about.”
“And nothing you can’t pull through either, I’m sure.”
“Well, obviously. Who do you think I am?”
Fon grins. “The Worst Man on Earth.”
“Aww, darling. Why don’t you just propose already.”
Fon bursts out laughing. It prompts Reborn’s own laugh, light and honest like he didn’t get to hear since days on end now.
He leans on the table once it passes them, cradling his drink in his hands, a ghost of a smile still at the corner of his lips.
Fon plays footsie with him under the table.
“How can I help?”
Reborn’s eyes shine with mirth, and he straightens up. “Flirt with me. Seduce me. We only just met and you couldn’t help but madly fall in love with me.”
The fondest of smiles spreads Fon’s lips. He tilts his head. “Is that what happened? Because I remember it the other way around.”