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Shoutarou was in the billiards room, as he had finished typing up the last of his reports and was ready to unwind. Philip was sitting on the floor, cross legged and with his hand at his lips, reading his blank book, having followed Shoutarou after being in the garage for so long.
Shoutarou hummed under his breath as he set up the table, wondering if Philip would want to play if he asked. Sometimes he said yes, other times he was content to watch Shoutarou play against himself.
“Oi, Philip, want to play?” he asked once it was all ready.
“No, but I’ll watch, I think I’ve learned everything about onomatopoeia now.”
Shoutarou could only imagine how noisy it was going to be for the next few days as Philip tried to spell out every sound he came across (probably in different languages, no less), but at least for now he was quiet.
He lined up his shot, and struck . To his complete shock, he managed to somehow make the triangle reset itself, the two far corner balls rolling away and coming back to their original spots.
He looked at the table, then to Philip, then covered his face with his hands when he saw Philip’s expression.
“Ah, mou !” he groaned as Philip started glowing. “You don’t need to look this up!”
“But the odds , Shoutarou! This is fascinating!”
Shoutarou could only stand there as Philip said the key words “billiards” “laws of motion” and “trick shots”. He supposed the science behind it all was fascinating, in a way, but frankly the whole thing was embarrassing. The game wasn’t supposed to be played that way! It was supposed to be a game of lining up shots, just like facts in cases lined up. (It most certainly was not supposed to be a game of trying to smash each other’s fingers. Akiko was crazy and needed to chill.)
“Shoutarou, did you know that according to the second law of thermodynamics--”
“Thermodynamics? Like temperature? This is physics, even I know that much,” Shoutarou complained.
“No, but listen,” Philip started, but Shoutarou had remembered one of the laws of motion , specifically the one about an object in motion.
He kissed Philip, putting his hands in his partner’s hair and feeling a thrill of satisfaction when the book hit the floor, Philip kissing him back with a hint of a smile obvious against Shoutarou’s lips.
Unfortunately for Shotuarou, Philip was too excited to let a simple kiss distract him for long, and picked up his book, wandering away and muttering to himself about odds and how to create specific situations to make odds work in his favor.
Shoutarou had a bad feeling about this one, and figured he was in for some slipper bonks if Philip set the agency up for fancy trick shots or something. Too bad there weren’t trick shots involving kisses or something. Although knowing Philip he could come up with something, but it would probably be dangerous.
Shoutarou sighed. Oh well, at least he got a kiss out of it.