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It felt like it came suddenly for both of them, but was obvious for the rest of the objects in the house. Even the most oblivious were watching the two try and give the most noticeable hints in their own way, stumble over their words and just… fail at understanding the other had a stupid-fat-freaking-crush on each other.
It was pretty much the same every day. Lyric would be in the office around the bookshelf, his list of books he was reading replaced with many food related ones. Cookbooks, biographies of famous chefs, manga of adventurers going into dungeons to cook and fictional novels on bringing nations together with delicious culinary expertise. The end of his wispy paper tail would wiggle back and forth as his cheeks would flush, having to reread pages because his mind was actually thinking of the object of his affection.
Mitchell was just as flustered doing his day to day activities. He would go to different restaurants that members of the house would set up, but he was starting to become more interested in the most romantic atmospheres. He also wanted to publish his reviews, as he mentioned idly to Freddy on one occasion on returning to the ice cream shop. He was seeing what dishes would work well for a romantic evening, and even forgot to actually eat on a few occasions. As he waited for the food, he was so engrossed in a book that he would nearly need to be shaken to snap him out of his trance. And when he did look up, he was flushing wildly as he tried to get back into the critic mindset.
It was even worse when they were together. On one such occasion where Mitchell was nursing a glass of wine, Lyric was coming from the laundry room from a poetry session with Daisuke and somehow nearly stumbled over himself. Which was… impressive, given that he didn’t have legs. The rustling of paper made Mitchell slightly jump and close his notepad, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol.
Yeah… the alcohol only.
“Good evening, Lyric.” Mitchell finally got out, taking care to set down his drink gently and lean on his hand, a smile creeping on his face before he could even realize.
Lyric couldn’t blame his flustered appearance on any alcohol, but maybe he could make some excuse of… having read more of Chuck Pringle when spending time with Daisuke. “Good evening…” He then floated closer, sliding into the chair opposite the food critic, eyes narrowing as he categorized the information in his head, bouncing from ‘White Woman Wine 101’ to ‘Wine and Emotions’, and the deep red coloration.
He leaned across the table to smell any aromas coming from the glass, and Mitchell’s eyes widened at how close their faces suddenly were. But Lyric moved to sit back down with a nod smile. “Australian Shiraz today?” He asked, really hoping he was right. It would be nice to impress his crush- er, show his understanding of the complexities of food.
Mitchell was certainly impressed, twirling some of his curly hair on his finger as he smiled, giving a happy hum. “Always such a fast learner.” He took the glass and held it, swirling it a bit before passing it across the table. “Want some?”
It’s not like Mitchell needed to share out of his glass specifically. He had the rest of the bottle nearby, and wine glasses were abundant in the house. Lyric slowly took the glass, taking a breath before spinning it, making slightly flustered eye contact with Mitchell as he drank from the same spot. Was it an indirect kiss? Both were quite hopeful it was.
Lyric took a small sip, a satisfied smile coming on his face. As he did, Mitchell got up and moved his chair closer to sit up next to the legless man. Lyric handed the glass back, and Mitchell did the same, taking a slow sip from where Lyric’s lips were moments ago.
Their cheeks were flushed, and they enjoyed the silence for some time after Mitchell filled the glass again, and much longer, more sensual drinks from the glasses followed before it was empty once more.
“Lyric…” Mitchell started, a bit more tipsy now as he leaned in ever so slightly, facing the other in the chair, leaning forward so his right shoulder was perpendicularly pressed against Lyric’s left.
Lyric was also starting to lean in, eyes glancing up and down to make sure this was okay, using the last bit of his sober mind to see if Mitchell would turn away.
But he didn’t. And their lips collided.
They collided for minutes, hours even, Mitchell somehow moving to the kitchen table to wrap his arms around Lyric who kissed him with so much passion. At some point, the two had fallen asleep next to each other on the table, holding each other as though the world would end if they let go.
Lyric had awoken first, and had not a sliver of memory. He was a bit of a lightweight, after all. But he was flustered, unsure of what he might have done, and wiggled his way away from Mitchell’s grasp to pant and try not to panic in the office.
Mitchell took alcohol much better, but although he remembered what happened, based on Lyric no longer being there, he assumed it may have been all a dream. So he went back to writing reviews to the best of his ability, although it turned into written confessions on how good Lyric’s lips felt against him in his dream.
They were both hopelessly in love. Had it not been for Daisuke, who had convinced Freddy to take a photo of the pair in their drunken kissing the night before, they probably would have just yearned for each other from afar for as long as they could without exploding. But Mitchell had eventually realized Freddy had it pinned on his body with a magnet, and he held the small photo in his hand, staring at it with a mix of absolute joy and regret.
He hadn’t noticed when Freddy had actually removed the photo from his hand to walk into the office, handing it to a still flushed and slightly hungover Lyric. He practically had the same reaction of silence, except a lot more horror, in part because he didn’t remember, but also because he wasn’t sure if he just suddenly did that and made Mitchell uncomfortable.
Even though he was being held onto like a tree in the photo.
But before he could try and stammer out anything, Mitchell had sprinted into the room, partially out of breath, but practically jumped into Lyric’s arms to kiss him again.
Lyric could have fainted right then.
Now, the two could be found at any of the restaurants, as Lyric would give book recommendations and Mitchell would critique the restaurant, often with a bit more grace as he shared a drink with his beloved.