Washed Up

by Celianna

Five years later since they last spoke to one another, Momoshiro and Kaidoh meet up again under strange circumstances; washed up on an abandoned island. MomoKai. Roleplay.

38. Good Morning

Washed Up

A/N: this is a really sweet log. They're getting into a routine now.

Authors: Celianna (Momo) & Happiestwhen (Kaidoh)

Rating: T

Events leading up to this log:
- Momo gets Kaidoh to finally make him a medal (out of scrap metal)
- Momo whines that Kaidoh should not go running anymore in the morning
- Kaidoh agrees, and says he'll go running after they have had breakfast together
- Momo has also repeatedly told Kaidoh to call him Momo-chan

Date: November 20, 2012

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Kaidoh has been awake for the past two hours. His routine is hard to break and his body clock woke him up before dawn, just like every other day, adrenaline already pumping through his veins. He was ready for a run. Only, Kaidoh isn't supposed to go running, because he told Momoshiro he wouldn't, because for some dumb reason Momoshiro doesn't want Kaidoh to run. He wants him to stay there in the hut and be there when he gets up and then they can have breakfast together. Or something stupid like that.

At least, it should sound stupid, although, the longer Kaidoh lay there in his bed, the less stupid it felt. And now he's propped up on his elbows, listening to the sounds of the ocean and Momoshiro's steady breathing as the sun comes up, light seeping through the crack under the door. Kaidoh is surprised to find that he isn't going through some kind of crazy withdrawal symptoms—which is what he thought would happen if he skipped his morning run. It feels a little weird to not have a training schedule to keep, but Kaidoh isn't freaking out about it. No, instead he simply feels relaxed.

He sits up and looks across the hut at Momoshiro, who's sleeping soundly, the side of his face smashed against his pillow. Kaidoh feels a little embarrassed to be staring, but right now, he can get away with it. Momoshiro doesn't have to know. It's not like Kaidoh wants to look anywhere else. He doesn't actually know what time Momoshiro normally wakes up, since he's usually up and about by the time Kaidoh gets back from his run.

If Kaidoh were running this morning, he'd probably be on his way back now, feet pounding hard into the sand and sweat on his brow. But instead, his heartbeat is steady and he's hardly moving at all. He leans his head back against the wall of the hut and lets his mouth relax into an expression very different from the grumpy one he normally wears. No, this isn't as stupid as it should be.

Momoshiro on the other hand, is having a stupid dream. He's in his old bedroom, and in fact he's only fifteen years old, sitting on his bed with a game controller in his hands. Next to him is a fifteen year old Kaidoh—who's wearing a pink bandana for some reason—and they're competing in this racing game together.

Of course, Momoshiro easily beats Kaidoh at racing, and Kaidoh gets pissed off and hits Momoshiro on the head with the controller. This obviously leads to a confrontation, and before Momoshiro knows it, they're wrestling on his bed, and clothing items starts disappearing one by one, until they're naked. Suddenly they're not fighting anymore, but instead kissing each other, though the same fighting spirit is still there. That same burning passion inside of him is still there, it just only gets more intense and heated, until hands starts to rub and stroke, and Momoshiro is having a jolly good time.

Then Momoshiro finally wakes up. His dream evaporates into thin air; the feisty hot Kaidoh from his dream is gone, and he's left with a hard morning wood in his boxers. He sighs as he rubs his eyes; maybe he can finish off what the dream started. Well, at least he's alone when he wakes up.

Only he's not; Kaidoh's sitting up in his bed, staring at him. It takes Momoshiro a minute to notice, and when he does, he yelps out loud, startled and a little embarrassed.

"Oh, uhh, so you didn't run," says Momoshiro. He sits up straights as well and stretches his arms across the blanket to make sure Kaidoh can't see that stupid bump. He forgot he had asked Kaidoh to not go running that morning. He didn't think the snake would actually agree to it this time. He doesn't know whether to be happy or embarrassed.

Stupid sexy dream, why did it have to happen now? And why did it have to be Kaidoh? Momoshiro just wants to jerk off real fast and get on with his morning. It's what he would have done if Kaidoh hadn't been there; he didn't really think that one through when he whined for Kaidoh to be there in the morning and basically cockblock him.

"Hi, uhm, morning," says Momoshiro a bit awkwardly. He hopes it's not obvious, it'll go down in a minute ... or ten.

"Yeah," Kaidoh replies, a little annoyed that Momoshiro doesn't seem particularly pleased to see him. Not that Kaidoh would care if he was. That would be kind of stupid. Just, Kaidoh's been sitting here waiting in the hut for two hours for him to wake up. Isn't that what the idiot wanted?

Momoshiro bites his lips and looks to his left, then to his right where Kaidoh is. Suddenly things feel awkward.

"So … awake long?"

Kaidoh gives Momoshiro a flat look. "Well, I can't just sleep in on command," he says, as if that answers Momoshiro's question.

"Oh." Momoshiro wishes he could go down on command. "Guess not. So you didn't secretly run, right?"

"No, dumbass." If he had, he wouldn't see the point in being all secretive about it—it's not like there's anything wrong with going running after all. "I've been here since I woke up."

"Dude. That's kind of creepy."

Kaidoh glares at him. "Shut up. I just couldn't fall back asleep … At least I didn't draw on your face or something stupid."

Momoshiro's hand shoots up to touch his face for anything weird that might have been drawn on it. "If you did, I'd kick your ass." Well, maybe when his boner goes down that is. He's not going to jump up now. "You're supposed to be sleeping in though … not just staying up all creepy-like."

"It's not my fault!" Kaidoh protests, and then scowls, crossing his arms over his chest. "I wasn't doing anything creepy."

He was certainly doing something in Momoshiro's dreams though. He mumbles something incoherent to himself, and wills his stupid hard penis to go down already. At least seeing Kaidoh's grumpy face is helping. As long as it keeps looking grumpy, and not like anything that appeared in his dream. His dream Kaidoh was nice.

"Well, whatever. Tomorrow try to sleep in! You have to, otherwise you uhh … don't get enough sleep. Of course. It's good for … vitamins? I think. But uh, it's okay, you don't have to stay just because I told you so …" Just so Momoshiro can take care of his morning problem perhaps.

Kaidoh hisses, and glances over at the door. "No, I don't … I don't mind," he replies slowly, because he finds he doesn't really. Anymore. Not now that he's been sitting here for the past two hours trying to adjust to the idea and his body has finally settled down and stopped itching to run.

"Oh, okay." Momoshiro looks down at his hands that are hiding the bump underneath his blanket. He still feels kind of happy—happy that Kaidoh did indeed stay in for once and woke up with him. Well, sort of woke up with him, at least he's there. If only Momoshiro weren't so horny all the time, then he could smile at Kaidoh and show he appreciates the fact that he stayed.

Now if he smiles, he'll just look like some horny pervert trying to secretly masturbate underneath the covers with Kaidoh right there. And that's disgusting. Ew. Oh good, it's going down.

"I guess uhh …" Momoshiro flicks his eyes over towards Kaidoh. "Thanks."

Kaidoh shrugs. "Yeah. No problem. I mean, whatever." He doesn't really know how to respond to gratitude.

Nothing is said after that really weird exchange. Momoshiro focuses on getting the evidence in his shorts to go away, and it finally does. Good. Stupid morning wood. He starts to look around his bed for something, when his eye catches something shiny reflect the sunlight in his eyes. Happily he reaches for it with his hand and brings it up to his face.

"You should have given me a strap for it," Momoshiro points out. He's holding the uhh, well 'creatively' made medal in his hand. It's a cheap flimsy metal coated in gold, and in the middle, Kaidoh tried to write Super Awesome Momo-chan, but once tried to scratch off the 'super awesome' part of it, and failed.

It's pretty ugly.

Momoshiro still likes it.

"Well, you just asked for a medal," Kaidoh points out argumentatively—which is kind of his default tone when talking to Momoshiro. "You didn't say I had to make the strap to go with it."

"Actually, I did. Asshole." Momoshiro sticks out his tongue.

"Yeah well, shut up."

"Come, let's make one. You can make one, right? With your sewing skills. We've got some sewing stuff over here somewhere, right?" Momoshiro was sure he saw a needle at least, so that counts for something. And well, there has to be some stuff around here to sew, since Kaidoh did stitch on his name on his red bandana.

Momoshiro takes a quick peep underneath the blankets to make sure that thing went down, then crawls out from underneath it, and walks on his bare feet towards Kaidoh. He holds out his medal towards him, waiting for him to take it, standing in front of him wearing nothing but heart printed boxer shorts.

"Dumbass," Kaidoh says, and takes the medal out of Momoshiro's hands, feeling momentarily awkward about the proximity, and the fact that Momoshiro isn't wearing very much, but if Momoshiro's not going to be weird about it, then Kaidoh won't be either.

It's not like it's anything out of the ordinary … just, on any other morning, by the time Kaidoh gets back from running, Momoshiro would be dressed. If Momoshiro's this close to him without a shirt on, it's usually not because they're about to do some sewing.

Kaidoh cuts off that thought before it can go any further and looks back up at Momoshiro. "Fine, I can do it. What color do you want it to be?"

Momoshiro sits down next to him, happy and excited—his previous erection already forgotten—and he shrugs his shoulders. "Which colour do you think I'd like, hm?"

"I don't know … You like red, right?"

"Good boy." Momoshiro pats Kaidoh's head. "Hey, you're already wearing your bandana. Did you go to sleep with it or something?"

Kaidoh makes an annoyed sound. "No, I didn't," he grumbles. "That would be stupid. I just … well, it's a habit every morning. For running. I didn't really think about it."

"You said you didn't go running though." Momoshiro snickers at Kaidoh's addiction to running. "You sure it's not glued on there?" He playfully tries to make a grab for it at the ends to pull it off.

"Of course it's not," Kaidoh spits, smacking Momoshiro's hand away. "You should know that, moron. You're the one always pulling it off my head."

A second after the words leave Kaidoh's mouth, he feels embarrassed by them, like he's referencing some secret and taboo thing, so he quickly tries to change the subject. "Uh… So where did you say the needle and thread are?"

Momoshiro gives him a blank look. "... Do I look like I play around with that stuff? You're the one who uses it, dumbass. Where'd you last put it?"

"Umm. Over …" Kaidoh searches the room and eventually his gaze falls on the end of his bed and the pile of laundry sitting next to it. He can see the small sewing kit peeking out from under two neatly folded tank tops. "There," he finishes, pointing across Momoshiro's lap at the pile.

"Cool. Go get it then." Momoshiro wipes his nose, sitting comfortably on Kaidoh's bed.

Kaidoh rolls his eyes, and slides off the bed to go retrieve the sewing kit.

"You're still making breakfast, right?" he says, remembering. If Momoshiro's going to turn Kaidoh into his sewing servant for the morning, then Kaidoh had better at least be getting something out of it in return.

Momoshiro rolls over onto his stomach and sprawls his limbs across Kaidoh's bed, claiming it as his own. "Hmmhmm," he agrees in an uncaring way. "If you make me that strap," he says.

Of course he'll make breakfast. Momoshiro always prepares breakfast for himself, it's just that Kaidoh was never there in the morning to make extra, or perhaps split his meal. Now he is though, but it shouldn't be a problem. They've got access to healthy and fresh vegetables at the moment, and Momoshiro can do whatever he wants with it.

He waits for Kaidoh to get back, letting his face rest on Kaidoh's pillow. At least it doesn't smell like sweat; he truly didn't go running.

Kaidoh turns around again, sewing kit in hand. Then he narrows his eyes and huffs, because in the span of just a few moments, Momoshiro has managed to completely take over his bed.

"Moron, you have your own bed for that," Kaidoh says, kicking at Momoshiro's leg. "I need somewhere to sit if I'm going to do this."

Momoshiro simply rolls over onto his side, so that his bare back is pressed up against the wall. He props his elbow up the pillow and leans his head on his hand, staring at Kaidoh with a smirk.

"You got anything in there to use for an actual strap?" Momoshiro asks warily when he sees the sewing kit. "I don't want it to dangle off my chest with only a small piece of thread."

Kaidoh opens the kit and examines it. There are pins, a couple needles, about a dozen small spools of thread, a pair of scissors, some small buttons, and even a measuring tape, but there isn't much in the way of fabric. There are a few scraps, including one that is fringed in stupid lace, but Kaidoh's pretty sure Momoshiro wouldn't want that hanging around his neck. No one would, it's pretty hideous.

He looks back at Momoshiro. "I'm sure we can, er, find something to use." He once again scans the floor of the hut, looking for options. Shoelaces—No, he needs those. His clothes—He's not about to rip them up. His bandanas—Over his dead body!

"Maybe part of a blanket or towel would work," he suggests finally. They have a lot of those lying around.

"They're not exactly red though," Momoshiro points out. "But whatever, go rip up one of these pillow sheets, that should do it. Just make sure it's not all ragged and ripped looking—you can do that, right?"

Kaidoh pulls the scissors out of the sewing kit and clicks them open and closed. "I can cut it so it's even," he says flatly. "It'll look fine." Just. Yeah, not red. But that can't be helped. "Unless you have a better idea for something to use," he adds.

"I've got red hearts on my boxers," Momoshiro jokes then laughs at his own suggestion.

Kaidoh, humorless as ever, just glares at him. "I'm not cutting your boxers apart, idiot."

"Idiot." Momoshiro swats at Kaidoh's ankles. "That was a joke. I'm not letting you get a hold of them." Not now anyway …

"Oh. Okay then. Good."

Momoshiro rolls his eyes. He's not going to let Kaidoh mess up his already short supply of boxers he's got. That, and no way will those scissors ever even come anywhere near his crotch area. Over his dead body indeed.

"Okay, just use my pillow or something. We can dye it red. Or colour it red, if I had a red marker." Momoshiro snickers at the thought of having coloured markers. The things he could do with them.

"Yeah …" Kaidoh agrees. "Well, whatever, I'll use red thread on it so at least it will be sort of red that way."

He crosses the room to Momoshiro's bed and picks up his pillow, then takes the scissors and carefully cuts along the seam and begins to cut around the pillowcase until the entire edge of it is cleanly cut off into a single long, narrow piece. Then he sets the pillow down again and returns to sit down next to Momoshiro, who's still hogging most of his bed.

He pulls the red thread out of the sewing kit and threads it through a needle, and then folds the fabric once over itself and begins stitching it together around the edge so that it starts to resemble a real lanyard and not just a scrap of sheet. He moves quickly—it's not like he's stitching in lettering or anything difficult like that, and once he reaches the other end, he takes the medal and threads the fabric through it so he can close the loop. He does several stitches to make sure it will hold together.

"How's that?" he asks, holding it out to Momoshiro with an almost hopeful expression on his face. Like he suddenly needs his approval or something dumb.

Momoshiro's fingers reach out to lightly touch the shimmering fake gold. He smiles slightly and nods his head; he couldn't do any better, and this seems to do the trick.

"Looks good," he says. He pulls his fingers back and returns to lazing about on Kaidoh's bed once more. "That needs to say the Super Awesome Momo-Chan. And uhh, Number One. Yup. You can write it with my marker, it's somewhere in the pocket of my pants."

"It doesn't need to say that," Kaidoh says flatly, knocking his elbow into Momoshiro's side. "It needs to say Stupid Dumbass."

Momoshiro glares at him as he rubs his side. That's playing dirty, he's practically naked and defenseless here on Kaidoh's bed.

Wait, that came out wrong.

"Whatever, draw a peach on it while you're at it. You're the one who has to be looking at it, I won't read it upside down on my own chest. That'd be annoying."

"Are you seriously going to wear it?" Kaidoh asks skeptically. But it looks so … stupid. Then he blinks at Momoshiro. Oh right, he'd forgotten who he was talking to for a moment there. Of course, Momoshiro would wear it.

He rolls his eyes. "Fine, where are your pants?" he asks. Wait, does that mean Momoshiro just carries that stupid marker around all the time? Asshole.

"Somewhere at the end of my bed where I kicked them off," says Momoshiro in a lazy voice. When he gets ready for bed, he kind of crawls and strips at the same time until he's in his undies by the time he slips underneath the covers. Meaning he leaves a trail of clothes towards his bed, shouldn't be that hard to find.

Then Momoshiro knocks his fist against Kaidoh's arm. "Of course I'd wear it. You made it for me, why wouldn't I wear it then?" He chuckles. "Idiot, I'm not going to ask you to do things for me just so I can be an asshole and use you as my slave or something. Dumbass."

Kaidoh's face goes warm and his mouth twitches a little with a smile. "You're the dumbass," he says.

Then, before he can let himself feel sentimental—because that would be dumb—he looks over at the mess at the foot of Momoshiro's bed and scrunches up his nose. "You really should fold your clothes."

He stands up again and goes over to dig that marker out of Momoshiro's pocket, trying to be quick about it because it feels kind of weird to have his hands literally in Momoshiro's pants. Although … of course, once he's done he can't stop himself from folding them into a neat little pile. Then he turns the marker over in his hands and then returns to the bed. Why won't the damn thing just run out of ink already?

"... Guess I won't have to," says Momoshiro as he watched Kaidoh fold his clothes all neatly. "But whatever, they're my clothes. If they bother you, I won't stop you from storing them away or something. Just let me know where you put them."

Momoshiro rolls back onto his stomach once more, wrapping his arms around Kaidoh's pillow and suddenly feeling like going back to sleep is a good idea.

"Remember, draw a peach," he says in a muffled voice. And don't write something stupid on it, that too, but Momoshiro knows Kaidoh isn't the type of person to do something like that. That's more befitting of his own character.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Kaidoh replies irritably. "I got it." He shoves Momoshiro over so he has room to sit down. Surprisingly, he isn't all that annoyed about Momoshiro making himself at home all over Kaidoh's bed—as long as he doesn't drool on Kaidoh's pillow. It's actually kind of, well … not so bad.

But Kaidoh's not just going to sit there staring, so he uncaps the marker and surveys the medal's surface. There already isn't much room left, but he somehow manages to squeeze 'The' into the top corner and 'Number One' down at the bottom. Then he draws a tiny peach in the middle, right between the words 'Super' and 'Awesome', since that's the only place it will fit. He hasn't gotten any better at drawing peaches that don't look like hearts, but as long as Momoshiro knows there's no way it would be a heart then they're good.

Kaidoh puts the cap back on the marker and pokes it into Momoshiro's shoulder. "Hey, dumbass," he says, still poking. "Stop trying to sleep in my bed, and take your stupid medal back."

"I'm not sleeping in your bed," Momoshiro mumbles. He breaks out into a yawn which totally ruins that sentiment. "I'm just resting. There's a difference." He's feeling comfortable enough to go back to sleep though. Something about Kaidoh being so agreeable and letting him in his bed makes him feel warm and nice—two things that his body thinks is a good combination to fall asleep to.

"Give it then," says Momoshiro. He sticks out one arm across the bed, palm up, pointing at Kaidoh.

One of his cheeks is squished into the pillow as he looks at Kaidoh with sleepy eyes; okay so maybe he's trying to sleep a little bit. But only a little! It's Kaidoh's fault, Momoshiro simply feels comfortable around him that it's lulling him back to sleep. Surprisingly, Kaidoh's grumpy and annoying voice sounds nice this time—maybe it's because Momoshiro isn't awake all the way.

Kaidoh grumbles and shoves the medal into Momoshiro's hand, and wants to shove Momoshiro out of his bed, too, but it's hard to be annoyed with him when his face looks all sleepy and content like that. Kaidoh hates to admit that he's kind of weak to it. So instead he just turns away, arms crossed and face feeling warm again.

"I woke up even earlier than you and I'm not resting," Kaidoh points out, because he feels the need to argue about something.

Ignoring Kaidoh's intent on arguing, Momoshiro slowly brings the medal up to his face. He tilts it until he can read the extra stuff Kaidoh wrote on it. It looks really stupid, like it was made by someone who had too much time on his hands, and they love making stupid crafty projects. It's so stupid Momoshiro can't help but like it and smile. Truly, hand-made presents are the best. Not that Kaidoh made this on his own without Momoshiro requesting it, but still, Kaidoh made it for him (despite being grumpy all the way through), and that's all that matters.

"I like it." Momoshiro grins at Kaidoh and places the medal next to the pillow. "I'll wear it when I get dressed. Gotta wear it all the time to show people how awesome I am."

Kaidoh rolls his eyes. "And are you planning on getting dressed anytime soon?" he asks.

"Why, does it bother you?" Momoshiro snorts in response.

"No," Kaidoh replies quickly, because it doesn't. "I don't care. Just … it'll be annoying if you lie around in my bed all morning." Why is Momoshiro sprawled out in his bed in the first place? His own is right over there!

"Well, not all morning, you dumbass. I'm just relaxing. I'll put on some clothes when I make breakfast." Momoshiro starts swinging his legs up and down as he toys around with the medal next to the pillow. The pillow which he gave to Kaidoh, the one with the drawings on it. Suddenly Momoshiro feels inspired to add some more scribbles on it.

"Hey, give me back my marker," says Momoshiro. Kaidoh better not keep it or throw it away again.

"Why..."

"... No reason."

Kaidoh sighs, and looks Momoshiro over with a skeptical expression. "Fine," he says reluctantly, and hands the marker over. Then he scoots back on his bed a bit, away from Momoshiro, just in case he tries to go for Kaidoh's face again.

Momoshiro happily snatches it out of Kaidoh's hand, and quickly takes the cap off, holding it between his teeth as he readies the tip on the pillow. Hmm, now what should he draw? He starts snickering to himself as the first line is drawn.

"What are you—What was wrong with how it was?" Kaidoh says, his voice protesting. He doesn't need to sleep on a pile of graffiti. There's already enough of that on their walls.

"Lalala, nothing. I just felt like it." Momoshiro finishes the shape and draws a smile inside of it. "There, done."

Kaidoh inches closer again until he can peer over Momoshiro's shoulder at his pillow. A peach? … A weirdly happy one at that.

"What's that for?" he grumbles. "It's my pillow, not yours."

Momoshiro takes the cap out of his teeth and puts it back on his trusty marker. He pokes Kaidoh's knee with it as he sits up this time. "It was my gift though. I can do whatever I want with it."

"That's not how gifts work!"

"That's how mine work!"

Kaidoh shoves him in the side. "Moron."

"Asshole." Momoshiro jabs his marker in Kaidoh's side as payback. "Learn to like what I make for you."

"I didn't say I didn't li—Shut up."

Momoshiro's lips pull up in a smirk. "Ahh, is that so? Well of course you'd like it! I made it after all, and I'm The Super Great Awesome Momo-chan who makes the best things ever! Besides, it's just a peach, shut up, be happy I didn't draw on your boxers or something. That'd be weird."

"Yeah …" Kaidoh agrees. "And I'd punch you in the face if you did that."

"... Well I'm not going to, so don't punch me." Momoshiro gives Kaidoh a wary glance. "Or hit me, period. Think of it as a return gift, yeah! For the medal."

Kaidoh hisses. "Whatever. Fine, I won't punch you. Not right now, anyway."

"Hey!"

"Well, I won't as long as you don't do annoying things."

"What—this isn't annoying at all. It's just a peach. Or do you want something else?"

"No. It's fine. Just the peach is fine." As long as Momoshiro puts that marker away, it's fine.

"Well if you wanted something else, all you had to do was ask," says Momoshiro, completely ignoring Kaidoh's previous sentence. "I mean sheesh, I'm not a mind reader. If you wanted me to do it, all you have to do is ask …"

And with that, Momoshiro quickly smacks his lips on the side of Kaidoh's cheek. A bit too hard and a little painful—like bumping heads together—but it should convey his sentiments. He's really just yanking on Kaidoh's chains and messing with him. But maybe he wanted to do this on his own as well.

"There, a thank you," Momoshiro says with a big grin.

"M-moron …" says Kaidoh, in a voice that's soft and sounds a little shell-shocked. He brings his hand up to the side of his face which is now warm and probably red, like he can hide it behind his fingers. Kaidoh wishes Momoshiro would warn him next time he's going to do that, so Kaidoh can be prepared and not look like an embarrassed idiot afterwards. Although if he did warn him, Kaidoh would probably just punch him and stalk off, so maybe it's better this way.

That's not the kind of reaction Momoshiro had anticipated (he had prepared for a punch, or be shoved away), so seeing Kaidoh's bashful face—trying to hide it as well—makes him feel bashful in return. More and more, Kaidoh's defying his expectations, doing things that surprise him, and Momoshiro ends up wanting to do more things to draw those reactions out of him. After all, when had he ever seen Kaidoh turn red and not punch him in the gut for it?

It's as if he's suddenly allowed to get away with so much more, as if anything is okay. Momoshiro sure feels like it, and finds that he likes seeing those reactions. He's memorized all of Kaidoh's grumpy expressions, he's probably got over a hundred different ones, but the rare ones such as these, still need to be explored. Sure, let's call it exploring … an exploration that makes Momoshiro feel exhilarated along every step of the way.

So just like that, Momoshiro puts the marker away and reaches for Kaidoh's hand, covering it with his own. He sees Kaidoh look up at him, and Momoshiro smiles; it's becoming less scary each time he does it. Reaching for Kaidoh's hand that is, probably ever since Halloween did this get easier. He might not want to analyze why he wants to, but all Momoshiro knows is that it feels comforting, and it draws out another rare reaction from Kaidoh.

"I'll make you some good breakfast," says Momoshiro in a soothing voice.

"Yeah," Kaidoh says, and wonders if maybe he's been missing out on something by running early every morning, because this feels like something he could almost get used to. Sure, there's none of that familiar tension, and Kaidoh thought he'd miss that, but instead he finds that even when there's not something immediate to argue and fight over, being with Momoshiro still feels exciting.

He blinks down at the hand still holding onto his own, like it's some kind of strange phenomenon. It never ceases to surprise Kaidoh that they're able to do that, just hold hands with no hurdles to leap over or obstacles to overcome, like it's simple. Well, Momoshiro makes it seem like it is.

"So what are you going to make?" he asks, before the silence starts to feel like too much.

"Something that doesn't involve mangoes," Momoshiro grumbles.

Kaidoh snorts. "Guess not," he agrees.

"Well, you see, I've got a surprise, hehe." Momoshiro remembers why he had offered to make breakfast in the first place; the day before, someone had told him of something they had made. And they had given some to Momoshiro as well.

"Oh, really?" Kaidoh replies, looking a bit skeptical. He doesn't always like Momoshiro's surprises.

"Yeah!" Momoshiro points his index finger up as if he's gotten an idea—the other hand still glued to Kaidoh's as if they're inseparable. "Remember how I was whining for some chocolate so I could have chocolate covered strawberries for a while? Well …" Momoshiro's smile grows bigger as he waits for Kaidoh to finish his sentence.

"... You finally got some?"

Momoshiro nods his head up and down like an excited puppy dog. "Yup! So guess what we're eating?"

"Chocolate covered strawberries," Kaidoh responds flatly. It's not much of a guess if Momoshiro basically just said as much.

"Obviously. And don't complain about it being sweet … you can eat some chocolate for once. I promise it'll be delicious!" Momoshiro sure thinks it is.

"Fine, whatever," Kaidoh says, acquiescing fairly easily like his short fuse has burnt out and he doesn't feel like protesting. "I'll try it."

Momoshiro's almost squees this time, happy to see Kaidoh agree and promise to try. If Kaidoh won't like it, he'll be very disappointed. "Alright, let me go get dressed then. Can you get me some strawberries then? Thanks!" WIth that, Momoshiro picks himself up from Kaidoh's bed—grabbing the medal while he's at it—and saunters over to his own side and starts picking up his clothes from the neatly folded stack.

The chocolate had been stored somewhere in the corner, near their water supply. Momoshiro figures since it's warm outside, the chocolate would be melted by now, and that makes it easier to dip in the strawberries. He pulls on his pants as he sees Kaidoh go retrieve the strawberries, and quickly dresses himself fully. To be honest, he'd rather just lounge around in his underwear all day long, but Kaidoh would probably complain.

And he'd get a nasty sunburn as well. Momoshiro does not want to look like a red lobster. Oh hmm, lobster sounds good.

Slipping into his shirt, and throwing the medal over his head (he'll wear it!) Momoshiro's finally done and quickly gathers his jar of chocolate, as well as a plate and knife. He arranges it on their little table in the middle of the hut, and even lights a candle for extra light.

It's almost romantic.

Which is purely coincidental. Not that he'll do anything sappy or romantic for the snake, that's weird.

Kaidoh makes his way to their garden where he starts to fill his hands with strawberries. He's not really sure how many to pick, but has learned that he can never really underestimate Momoshiro's appetite, so the more the better. Once he can't carry any more, he takes what he has gathered to the river to rinse them off, then heads back, thinking that for once he's not returning to the hut drenched his sweat, muscles aching from a run. Instead he's just kind of strolling along, like he doesn't have a care in the world. It feels very strange.

Once he gets back to the hut, Momoshiro has a shirt on again finally, and he looks at him expectantly, and probably hungrily too.

"I got them," Kaidoh says matter-of-factly, as if it weren't already obvious from his full arms. He empties his hands onto the plate, the strawberries all rolling around and looking fresh and juicy, like all of their food from the garden has been—the island's soil works in mysterious ways. "Hope it's enough." Not that Kaidoh would go get more if it wasn't. He's definitely not going to do whatever Momoshiro tells him to do.

"Yeah, that's good! Yum, freshly picked. We should have breakfast like this every day," says Momoshiro with a smile. He picks one strawberry up and cuts a cross-shape into it with his knife, then pries it open with his fingers, creating enough space so he can put some chocolate inside.

Kaidoh sits down next to Momoshiro at the small table, watching his actions carefully—in small part because he doesn't want Momoshiro to accidentally slice off his finger. "You know what you're doing, right?"

"'Course!" Ignoring Kaidoh's uneasiness and unwillingness to trust in Momoshiro's own abilities, he cuts the rest of the strawberries, all with the same cross-shape. When all of them are done, he cuts off the stem and places them upside down so he can put in some of his gooey chocolate filling.

Momoshiro grabs the jar of chocolate—already almost at a liquefied state because of the hot temperature inside as well as outside, and unscrews the top. With a spoon he scoops some of it up, and Momoshiro smells it for a bit. Chocolate, how he has missed eating deliciously sweet chocolate. Sure it might not be real chocolate, like from back home, and this one was grown by his other cast mates on the island, but it's chocolate nonetheless. Apparently it's also less sweet, so Kaidoh would probably like it more. He dips some chocolate inside of each of the strawberries, and when done, divides them equally (well, there's one left, which Momoshiro puts on his own plate) and gives Kaidoh his share on his own plate.

"There. Easy as pie! Well, not really pie, since our cake really sucked, but this should taste good at least." Eagerly, Momoshiro picks up his first deliciously red strawberry; the chocolate dripping off on its sides, and looking like some kind of food ad for a bakery. He brings it to his mouth and pops it in, savouring the sort-of-sweet-but-not-really taste of the chocolate, before biting his teeth down on the strawberry, and mixing the two flavours together.

"This, is fucking delicious," he says with a loud voice. Momoshiro grabs another one and pokes Kaidoh's side so he can eat too.

Kaidoh huffs, like he's bracing himself for the worst, and gingerly picks up one of the strawberries and just stares at it for a few seconds, like he's trying to figure out what the most polite way is to eat something like this, since the chocolate is all melty and drippy. Just holding it is making it run down onto his fingers. Well, it's not going to get any less messy the longer he sits there thinking about it, so finally, he gives up and just bites into it.

And it's not half-bad. The chocolate isn't as sickeningly sweet as the milk chocolate bars Kaidoh remembers from his childhood, and it's kind of nice with the sweet and tart taste of the fresh strawberry. He quickly puts the rest of the berry in his mouth, chews it, swallows, and then says, "Huh, that was pretty good," in a voice that sounds just as surprised as he is to be giving a compliment.

"Obviously it's pretty good—it's strawberries with chocolate!" Momoshiro playfully nudges his elbow into Kaidoh's side, before returning back to his food and stuffing himself full of strawberries before the chocolate has a chance to drip all over his plate and fingers.

"I can't believe strawberries grow back. We're so lucky. We even got jam from An-chan, hehe. Guess November will be strawberry month." Momoshiro licks up his finger as some chocolate had started to trickle down, and heading towards his arm. He doesn't realize he's getting chocolate all over his face though.

"Moron, you're making a mess," Kaidoh says, staring pointedly at Momoshiro like he's totally incompetent. He's got chocolate at the corners of his mouths and all over his lips and even dripping down his chin, but he doesn't even seem to notice, and just keeps chomping on strawberries, looking like the happiest guy in the world. What a dumbass.

As if to set an example, and to try and focus on something other than Momoshiro's chocolatey mouth, Kaidoh plucks another strawberry from his plate and eats it politely—as politely as he can when there's warm chocolate dribbling off of it. He hisses irritably as it still ends up on his fingers.

"You put too much chocolate on them," he says, because obviously it must be Momoshiro's fault that his hands are messy.

"I like chocolate, what do you expect?" says Momoshiro with a huff. "I'll gladly lick it up for you if it bothers you." He grins mischievously.

Kaidoh glares at him. "Idiot," he says. "Lick your own face, you look disgusting."

"You're disgusting," Momoshiro fires back. He then licks his lips and the corners of his mouth with his tongue, getting most of it, but not all (not that he knows).

"Use chopsticks if you're too incompetent to eat without getting dirty." Momoshiro huffs once more, and then pops in the rest of the strawberries in his mouth. Why'd Kaidoh have to argue with him over anything—the mood was nice!

Kaidoh kicks at Momoshiro's leg. "I'm not incompetent … You can't eat them without getting chocolate on yourself either, dumbass, so shut up!" He stares at the lingering chocolate at the side of Momoshiro's mouth, missed by his tongue. Now who's incompetent? Kaidoh wants to grab a towel and wipe it off.

"You shut up, I don't care if I get chocolate all over myself!" Momoshiro jabs his elbow into Kaidoh's side again. "Stupid. Who cares anyway, no one's gonna see, and you can just lick it off."

Then, as Momoshiro steals one strawberry from Kaidoh's plate, popping it into his mouth, he says, "Just stop complaining, this still tastes good."

"I wasn't complaining about the taste anyway," Kaidoh says grumpily. "But fine, whatever, do what you want. It's your face, not mine."

And with that he ignores Momoshiro (and his face), and takes another strawberry off his plate and bites into it, sucking out the chocolate before it can drip all over him—his fingers are already messy enough as it is—and then swallowing the rest.

Momoshiro watches Kaidoh in the corner of his eyes as he sucks on his own strawberry. It's slowly starting to get through to him that he's sitting here eating breakfast with Kaidoh. Delicious breakfast, too. Sure he might be grumpy and complain, but that's Kaidoh, it is to be expected. It is certainly unexpected for him to agree to not go running in the morning and vanish from their hut.

It's kind of nice. In a Kaidoh-like way, who still finds something to complain about.

And Kaidoh even made the medal for him, which is now proudly showcasing on his chest, showing everyone how he's awesome and number one. A silly bit of text (nonetheless true), that Momoshiro requested simply because he felt like messing around with Kaidoh; he didn't think the snake would actually make it. That it'd be too ridiculous to make, but it seems no request coming from Momoshiro is too ridiculous for Kaidoh. It's like he's getting special treatment or something. He certainly couldn't see Kaidoh do this for anyone else.

Only Momoshiro can get away with that.

Momoshiro swallows his strawberry and laughs a little bit, raising his arm to pat Kaidoh's head again, ruining his neatly tight bandana. "You're so stupid," he says in a tone that suggests he doesn't think Kaidoh's stupid at all.

"You're the stupid one," Kaidoh replies, the retort coming naturally like it's some kind of automated response. It's an insult they've used on each other so many times now that it doesn't even seem to hold much meaning anymore, but it still feels like the easy and right thing to say.

He gives Momoshiro a cursory scowl, one without any real irritation behind it, and socks him lightly in the arm—with the hand whose fingers aren't annoyingly covered in chocolate. "And don't mess up my bandana. I'm still going to go running later."

"I can just tie it back for you," Momoshiro offers. Though he's really just joking, as Kaidoh would never allow him to tie a bandana on his head and keep it—he sucks at it.

Kaidoh hisses. "If you did it, it would probably fall right off again."

"No it wouldn't." It totally would, but Momoshiro's gotta argue with something. He takes a moment to let Kaidoh savour his strawberry, before quickly slipping off Kaidoh's bandana off his head. He plays around with the cloth between his clean fingers.

"I'll redo it better, just watch." Besides, Momoshiro likes seeing Kaidoh's hair more. "After I'm done eating."

"Yeah, whatever, you can try," Kaidoh challenges, and picks up another strawberry to eat. He hasn't eaten this much chocolate at one time in … well, he can't really remember how long it's been. But he doesn't really mind this kind. He doesn't really mind the company either, for that matter, although that could change real fast if Momoshiro gets chocolate on Kaidoh's bandana. He'd better not.

Kaidoh would be snatching it back right now if his own hands were clean. Instead he just huffs and pops the strawberry into his mouth, deciding that the combination of flavors is surprisingly nice. He almost wants to compliment Momoshiro on the good idea, but he isn't really the type to pay compliments, especially not to Momoshiro. Kaidoh glances at the shiny circle of metal around Momoshiro's neck. Yeah … his ego is big enough already.

Momoshiro sucks the chocolate out of the last strawberry before popping the entire thing in his mouth. He wants to ask Kaidoh if he likes his breakfast, he seems to be enjoying it (in that grumpy kind of way), not to mention seems more relaxed. He even let Momoshiro get away with slipping off his bandana—which he only allows when they're … yeah.

"You know, we should have a rule. No bandanas indoors," says Momoshiro with a confident nod. This will make it easier to reach out to Kaidoh's hair, unobstructed. Not that he's thinking of that.

"That's a moronic rule," Kaidoh says, shooting Momoshiro a grouchy look. "What's wrong with my bandana, huh?"

"Nothing," says Momoshiro. He reaches out with his hand towards Kaidoh's head again, intending to mess up his hair. "I just like doing this." His fingertips brush underneath the thick locks of brown hair, and instead of ruffling it up like he was going to, Momoshiro changes his objective and gently strokes his fingers through Kaidoh's hair. The hair is soft against his skin, a feeling he could get used to. What was supposed to be a way of pissing Kaidoh off by ruining his long hair, turned into a gentle stroke of his fingers as they brush the hair behind his ear.

Well sure … he likes doing that too, but Momoshiro suddenly feels awkward for saying that out loud and demonstrating a perfect example of it. He quickly pulls his hand back and rests it on top of his lap, staring at his empty plate in front of him. He's being really touchy feely with Kaidoh this morning, isn't he?

Kaidoh's face goes hot and he stares at Momoshiro accusingly. His fingers fly up to pull his hair back the way it was before, like they can't just sit there tolerating that.

"Don't just—I'm not a pet, asshole!" he growls—albeit a bit shakily—since irritation is the easiest way to react to the situation. He's suddenly aware of his pulse, which seems to thrum loudly in his ears, but he can't make himself look as annoyed as he feels he should. Instead he probably just looks kind of stunned and embarrassed, like Momoshiro's words and actions have disarmed him.

Momoshiro feels the tip of his ears burn with red because of Kaidoh's words, calling out his fingers like they're traitors. And just like Kaidoh, he can't respond with anything else but irritation either.

"Moron, that's not how I touch a pet!" he fires back, showing Kaidoh a balled up fist. Then his words sink in, realizing just how twisted they sound, and Momoshiro's eyes widen and now his cheeks are turning pink. He lowers his fist and looks down at his lap again, glaring at his traitorous fingers; it's all their fault for wanting to touch Kaidoh all the time.

"I-idiot," Kaidoh says weakly, and looks anywhere but Momoshiro's face, like he's searching for a distraction from the sudden awkward shift in atmosphere, and eventually he settles for taking the last strawberry off his plate and eating it, because he can't think of anything to say, but as long as his mouth is full he can't be expected to.

Momoshiro continues to stare at his fingers, as if he is some kind of detective looking at them with a magnifying glass, trying to figure out why they would have this ache to reach out.

"That's not how I …" Touch anyone else. Momoshiro swallows his words as he can feel his heart race painfully fast.

It's true, isn't it? Momoshiro might be a touchy feely guy in general, a guy everyone loves to be around because he's so cheerful and friendly, but with Kaidoh … Yeah, he doesn't touch anyone else like that. It's just Kaidoh who gets this weird special treatment from him. It's not even about trying to screw whatever moves because of his hormones—that doesn't explain the buzzing feeling he gets in his fingertips, wanting to be gentle and caring, feeling Kaidoh's skin and drawing out all those unexplored reactions out of him.

No, not a pet. Just Kaidoh.

"Boy it's getting hot in here, isn't it?" Momoshiro proclaims loudly as he fans his face. His heart's about to burst out of his chest it feels like, but blabbering his head off is something he feels familiar with, something he can deal with. It's his safe place, just ramble off a thousand words per minute, and no one has the chance to feel awkward at all, because they're too busy trying to make sense of what he's saying. The best part is, Momoshiro doesn't have to think when he talks.

"You done? It was good, wasn't it? I told you it'd be so. Next time we can try chocolate … and coconuts! Eh, how does that sound? Pretty good huh? Oh you know, I've heard about these coconutballs, I think it's just some kind of chocolate sprinkled with coconut flake ... thingies … yeah I think that's how it goes. No clue how to make it though, what with this hot temperature right now, this chocolate isn't going to be solid for a very long time! I wish we had something to cool our stuff with, like ice cubes. Ice cubes sounds really good right about now … I want to take a bath in a tub full of them."

Kaidoh feels the tension start to dissolve, little by little, as Momoshiro talks, and even though he doesn't really give a shit about coconutballs or ice cube baths, Kaidoh finds himself suddenly interested in what Momoshiro is saying, because it distracts him from that flutter of embarrassment moments before. It's something Kaidoh has always been able to rely on from Momoshiro—his ability to diffuse situations when Kaidoh is himself too petrified to do much of anything but run away.

Yeah, sometimes Kaidoh is actually kind of thankful for Momoshiro's big mouth.

"… Isn't that how people freeze to death?" he asks bluntly, after a moment of contemplating the strange visual his mind has provided of Momoshiro sitting in a bathtub filled with ice cubes and chocolate, surrounded by palm trees … That's what he gets for actually trying to follow Momoshiro's stupid train of thought. He shakes his head, trying to clear it of the weird image. Then he shivers too, because he's pretty sure neither of them would last longer than a few minutes in a tub full of ice cubes anyway. Although he will agree with Momoshiro that, as of a few moments ago, the air in this hut has become kind of stuffy and uncomfortably warm, so maybe he could use a couple ice cubes himself.

"What, no way! Don't they put people who have a fever in a bath full of ice cubes to cool down? They don't freeze to death." Or at least, Momoshiro doesn't think so. Then he thinks of a brilliant idea. "Hey … how about a bathtub filled with chocolate?" There are practically stars in his eyes as he thinks of the possibility.

Momoshiro clasps his hands together as he daydreams about all the chocolate he can swim in. "It would be … awesome! Kind of gross—but awesome!"

"More like unsanitary," Kaidoh mutters.

"Well it's not like I'd be naked," Momoshiro huffs. "I'd wear underwear!"

"Dumbass, why would you want chocolate anywhere but in your mouth in the first place?" Kaidoh asks, genuinely confused. He only has stray drips of melty chocolate on his thumb and forefinger at the moment and it's still more than he'd ever like to have on his body.

"So I can lick it off?" Momoshiro thinks that was pretty self explanatory.

Kaidoh rolls his eyes. "That's disgusting."

"No it's not." Momoshiro brings his thumb to his mouth and licks off some residue chocolate left behind (though he's sure there's still some left on his face). He slides his lips around it, using his tongue to lick it clean, before removing it with a loud pop. He smirks at Kaidoh, giving him a thumbs up with the same hand.

"Moron," says Kaidoh. "Like I said, disgusting." Although his mouth feels kind of dry all of a sudden.

Momoshiro flicks his finger against the side of Kaidoh's head. "You try it, your fingers are covered in chocolate too. Doesn't taste bad ... unless you've got dirty hands. Which you shouldn't if you wash yourself before coming in here like I said you should." Momoshiro squints his eyes at Kaidoh, moving a bit closer to inspect the side of his face.

"... You did wash yourself, right?"

Kaidoh glares at him, his mouth curling into a scowl. "Of course I washed myself, you idiot. I'm not some weirdo who likes being dirty."

"You've got dirty fingers though," Momoshiro points out.

"Yeah, well … that's because you gave me messy food, so shut up."

Quickly, Momoshiro snatches Kaidoh's hand, his fingers slipping around Kaidoh's wrist, and brings it up between the both of them. "Well, then lick it clean, it won't be the end of the world. Unless you want to use your bandana."

"Asshole, don't tell me what to do," Kaidoh protests, his scowl only growing more irritated. But he doesn't want to risk Momoshiro trying to use his bandana as a napkin, so before Momoshiro can press him about it again, Kaidoh tugs his hand free of Momoshiro's grip and sticks his finger in his mouth to lick it clean, feeling really stupid all the while, because this is what water and soap and towels are for.

"Good job!" Momoshiro slaps his hand on Kaidoh's back to congratulate him. "You are well on your way of becoming someone who will love eating finger food, hehe." That'll be the day when Momoshiro sees Kaidoh eating a hamburger. It would be awesome.

Kaidoh just hisses and gives Momoshiro a sour look like he's just been made to do something incredibly demeaning.

Again—Momoshiro can't leave it alone—he digs his fingers into Kaidoh's hair when he gets the chance, and ruffles it up with a laugh. "Don't give me that sour look, this wasn't bad, right? Tastes good to me!"

"Yeah, whatever," Kaidoh replies, still sounding grumpy. "At least it wasn't too sweet."

"How about a 'that tasted great, Momo-chan, thank you for making breakfast', huh?"

"Well, it's not like you actually made all that much," Kaidoh points out, dodging the thank you. "You didn't even cook anything. But it … wasn't bad." In fact, it's something Kaidoh would eat again without complaint, provided he had a napkin next time for all that dripping chocolate.

Well, ouch. Kaidoh really can't stand to give Momoshiro any compliments. Momoshiro puckers out his lips, fishing for compliments still.

"Not bad? That's it? At least I told you that you did a good job growing the strawberries. And hey, I did do something! I cut the strawberries up and put chocolate in it. Getting the chocolate wasn't so easy either." Momoshiro huffs indignantly, turning away from Kaidoh, but keeping one eye on him.

"Fine, I guess that counts as something," Kaidoh concedes.

"Soooo?" Momoshiro once more scoots closer, embracing Kaidoh by putting an arm around his shoulder. "Thank you, Momo-chan?"

Kaidoh sighs. "Yeah. Thanks."

Momoshiro smiles. "...Momo-chan?"

"Idiot," Kaidoh replies, shoving Momoshiro's arm.

"That's not my name," Momoshiro fires back. He stubbornly refuses to leave Kaidoh's side, gripping onto his body even tighter with his arm. "And we had a promise, hmm?"

"Fine." Momoshiro's persistence never fails to make Kaidoh crumble. Or maybe that's his physical proximity. Or both.

He huffs, sounding annoyed, and then says in a small voice—like he hopes it will go unnoticed, "Thank you, Momo-chan."

The earlier agitation at Kaidoh calling him an asshole and pushing him away is now forgotten. Replaced by a happy bubbly feeling that makes Momoshiro squeal in delight. He wraps his other arm around Kaidoh as well, in front of his chest, so now he's giving him a side hug.

"You are very welcome!" he says happily, knocking his forehead against the side of Kaidoh's head. "I'll make you something nice tomorrow morning too, okay?"

Kaidoh just makes a disgruntled grumble that might as well be agreement—at any rate, he's not pushing Momoshiro away.

"Whatever," he says, then adds, "I guess I'll try to sleep in later this time." Or find something to do if running is off-limits.

"It shouldn't be that hard!" Momoshiro is still perplexed how Kaidoh would not be able to sleep in longer. "You just … keep lying in bed and close your eyes. Think of happy stuff and fall back asleep."

"Easy for you to say, you can probably sleep anywhere."

"Well." Kaidoh's probably got a point. "I can't sleep on a bed of needles, so hah!"

Kaidoh rolls his eyes. "Moron, no one can do that, so that doesn't count."

"I can't sleep in dirt either! Or something really uncomfortable. Your bed isn't uncomfortable, right?" Momoshiro happily tightens his grip around Kaidoh with a grin. "Or do you want me to make you comfortable?"

"I'm comfortable!" Kaidoh protests, although if Momoshiro squeezes him any tighter he won't be. "And there's nothing wrong with my bed, dumbass. I'm just used to waking up early so it's hard to make myself sleep late." It's been his routine for as long as he can remember and that's not the sort of thing he can just change overnight. It was hard enough just to keep himself from trying to go running anyway once he'd woken up.

"I guess that just means you'll have to sleep in lots and lots of times so I can see you every morning, and so you're used to it. Sounds like a good plan to me!" Momoshiro gives Kaidoh a smug smile; Kaidoh can't refuse that offer.

"Well, of course it would sound good to you," Kaidoh says flatly, giving Momoshiro a scowl. "You're not the one who has to do anything different."

"Well it's not anything bad, right? You're just postponing your running a bit, and sleeping in later. It's not the end of the world." Momoshiro rolls his eyes.

Kaidoh huffs. "Yeah, I guess so …" he says reluctantly. And really, Momoshiro is right; it isn't. Kaidoh just feels like he has to argue the point out of habit. Or on principle. He won't admit outright that this is something he doesn't mind nearly as much as he lets on, because somehow that would make Momoshiro the winner, and Kaidoh's too proud to let that happen.

"That's what I thought!" Momoshiro says triumphantly. His arms quietly slip away from Kaidoh's body, falling to the floor.

Despite the stiffy he got when he woke up this morning … it's been really nice having Kaidoh here. Seeing him first thing when he wakes up, arguing with him, eating with him, doing things with him. It's really nice. Momoshiro hopes Kaidoh thinks the same, and isn't wishing to be running instead.

"Oh, let me tie that bandana back for you now." Momoshiro snatches the cloth messily lying on the floor next to him—quickly wiping his hands off on his shorts in case there's any chocolate still left on them—and positions himself behind Kaidoh.

Momoshiro stares at the back of Kaidoh's head for a bit, focusing on the way his growing hair falls on his neck, and the way his neck is shaped … it's rather thin for a guy's. He leans closer, wanting to touch Kaidoh's hair again, but stops himself in time.

"Don't call me an asshole this time," Momoshiro says. Just in case.

Well then don't be an asshole, Kaidoh feels like saying, but Momoshiro isn't acting like one right now and Kaidoh doesn't really feel like picking a fight while his bandana is being held hostage by Momoshiro's fingers.

So instead he says, "Whatever, just make sure you tie the knot right."

"Of course. I don't suck, you know." Momoshiro smiles a little, his eyes darting all over Kaidoh's head. The first thing he does is sweep his fingers through some of Kaidoh's hair on the side of his face, and settle it behind his ear. He removes his fingers and backs off for a bit, waiting for Kaidoh to call him an asshole either way.

Kaidoh swallows and his voice sounds a bit dry as he grumbles, "Dumbass, stop messing around. I would be finished by now if I were doing it myself." Although, much to his embarrassment, part of him doesn't really mind if Momoshiro takes his time.

That's not messing around, Momoshiro wants to say, but instead he holds his tongue and uses it to tut disapprovingly at Kaidoh. "Relax, I'll do it." Besides, Momoshiro feels like drawing out every second he can; he likes to be able to touch Kaidoh with an excuse.

Momoshiro clears his throat and lifts up the bandana, ready to throw it on Kaidoh's head, but it's easy to get distracted when they're this close, and Kaidoh's hunched over, his bare neck exposed. It really is slender and thin, unlike the rest of his body which is mostly hard angles and muscle. His neck however, looks as soft like a girl's, and it's strangely alluring. It's even more alluring when Momoshiro remembers how many times he's kissed it, and bit it as well. Why would he bite something that looks so delicate? He shouldn't, he should treat it with care instead. Subconsciously, he runs his thumb from the back of Kaidoh's neck, and trails it to his shoulder—it really is soft.

Kaidoh's shoulders arch and he squirms a little, feeling a shiver skim through his skin each place Momoshiro touches.

"Idiot …" he growls, the sound low and unsteady, half warning, half encouragement. It's like he's torn between yelling at Momoshiro to knock it off, or simply urging him to do it again, and he ultimately can't make up his mind to do either, so he just hisses.

Regardless of Kaidoh's tone of voice and body posture, Momoshiro is too engrossed with checking him out to stop. Why stop? He's got free reigns right now, he has to touch Kaidoh now that he's got a good enough excuse for it.

At least he didn't call Momoshiro an asshole and pushed him away—so Momoshiro will take this as a silent agreement that it's okay to continue what he's doing. Mainly, making the tips of his fingers brush through Kaidoh's hair. He can't help it! It's gotten longer since the time he cut it … and it's soft … almost comforting … and it's Kaidoh's head that he's allowed to touch. Before he knows it, Momoshiro is simply playing around with Kaidoh's hair, letting it twirl around his fingers, and slip through them as he drags his nails from the top, down to Kaidoh's neck.

He should be tying Kaidoh's bandana … but this is fun too. It's not like he can stop his fingers from moving, they have this itch to touch. To bury themselves deep within Kaidoh's hair. Momoshiro knocks his head against the back of Kaidoh's, resting against it. His fingers stay tangled within the dark brown hair, sitting there as if they belong.

"At least you didn't call me an asshole," Momoshiro muses out loud. Or pushed him away. Either would be bad.

Kaidoh sighs, his breath shaking out of him, and feels a little exposed and embarrassed, but it's not making him want to shove Momoshiro away. Instead, he just leans back a little without thinking, like his body is nudging closer to Momoshiro's touch.

"Yeah …" he agrees quietly, because he doesn't think Momoshiro's really an asshole at all, especially not right now. He closes his eyes, his other senses becoming more aware of how warm Momoshiro's fingers feel, somehow both firm and gentle at the same time, of Momoshiro's breath against Kaidoh's hair, of his own heartbeat, rising but steady, and the way all his muscles are yielding from their tense and guarded position and starting to relax, like they're giving up the fight. Even his fingers no longer have the urge to clench into fists.

He can feel himself blushing a little, and he doesn't want to let on that this isn't actually something he objects to. It's been his argument for years that Momoshiro annoys the hell out of him and he's said it so many times that he's just started believing it's the truth. Since that's how things should be.

But this feels nice too. Weird, but nice. And if this is Momoshiro's way of tying a bandana then he really sucks at it.

Kaidoh opens his eyes again. "Are you going to tie that thing or not?" he asks. He still wants to go running sometime this morning, and he's not going to let Momoshiro distract him completely from that. No matter how tempting that may be.

"Yeah," Momoshiro breathes out against Kaidoh's hair. He plucks himself away, detaching themselves from each other, as if they were getting too comfortable like this. Not that Momoshiro minds, no he doesn't mind at all, he could probably do this every morning. But Kaidoh seems adamant on running away.

"I'll do it, just hold on for a second." Momoshiro takes the bandana on his hand again, leaning away from Kaidoh this time, and wrapping it around his head.

His actions are deliberately slow, since this is actually kind of nice, and to extend the amount of time he's got left alone with Kaidoh. He flattens his hand against Kaidoh's head and smooths out any wrinkles, pulling the ends tighter so that it makes a nice wrap around Kaidoh's head. With a little smile, he brushes Kaidoh's hair behind his ear again, just because. Then he focuses on task again, eyes strained on the knot that's forming in the bandana, until he's tied it nice and secure without any hairs stuck in it.

"There," says Momoshiro, leaning back. "Done." He flicks his finger against the back of Kaidoh's head to test if the bandana isn't falling off. "Feel weird?"

Kaidoh brings his own hand up, over his head, and finds that Momoshiro seems to have actually done a solid job this time around. At least the knot should hold up until the end of his run. Maybe Momoshiro isn't incompetent after all.

"Huh, it feels okay," he admits, although it does feel different. It's not quite how he'd do it, but it isn't falling off, or tied so tight it's digging into his scalp, so he can't complain. Maybe different doesn't have to be weird.

Momoshiro silently fistpumps in the air as Kaidoh's back is still turned to him. "Hah, see, I am number one, simply the most awesome." He fiddles around with the medal gracing his chest as he smiles at it.

Kaidoh turns around and rolls his eyes at Momoshiro. "I wouldn't go that far …" he says with a huff. "So you can tie a knot, big deal."

"And make breakfast," Momoshiro adds, as if he's the smartest person on earth to have invented strawberries with chocolate. He hunches over a bit and leans forward to Kaidoh, so that they're at face level with each other. "And that wasn't so bad either, huh?"

Kaidoh grimaces—the way he often does when he has to agree with Momoshiro about something. "No, I guess not."

"So, gonna sleep in tomorrow as well? Or well, at least try to. I'll make you something else, since we're out of strawberries hehe."

"Yeah, maybe," Kaidoh says with a shrug. "Depends on how this new running schedule works out, I guess." As though running a couple hours later in the morning could drastically alter the balance of his daily workout.

Momoshiro rolls his eyes. "It's still early in the morning—what time is it anyway—you've still got plenty of time to do your stupid running. How'd you do this in America anyway, go running at an ungodly hour as well? Run between classes? Wait, I think I actually did see you run between classes sometimes in middle school." Momoshiro crosses his arms and frowns at Kaidoh; what a dedicated freak.

"What?" Kaidoh asks stubbornly, scowling back at Momoshiro. "There's nothing wrong with making time for it."

"So you did run between classes, didn't you?"

"So what if I did?"

Momoshiro balls his hand into a fist and softly pushes it up against Kaidoh's chest, his knuckles pressing into the dark fabric. He smirks. "Freak."

"Shut up, asshole," Kaidoh retorts, his tone petulant. "It's not like I went running during class or something."

"You sure?" Momoshiro laughs a bit, picturing Kaidoh sitting on his chair, moving his legs underneath his desk as he can't stay still. Like some kind of energizer bunny that just keeps on running. "You totally would have if you could! No wonder I could hardly find you during breaks, you were always running away!"

"I wasn't running away," Kaidoh protests grumpily. "I was just making the best use of my time."

Momoshiro once more rolls his eyes at Kaidoh; running every chance he gets is definitely not the way to spend one's time effectively. There's other things Kaidoh can do. For example; spend time with Momoshiro. Back in middle school, Momoshiro spend a lot of time during his lunch trying to find Kaidoh, because he felt like messing around with him, or steal his bento, or play cards with him, or tell him something funny. But it was hard finding him, as it seems he was just running again. Freak.

"There's lots of other things you can do with your time." Momoshiro turns his body around and sits next to Kaidoh, leaning his back against their flimsy wooden table. "Like spending time with friends! Or eating. Or sleeping. Sleeping's good. Eating is better."

Kaidoh elbows Momoshiro in the arm. "I do eat," he says flatly. "And sleep." Well, he does! Just because he doesn't prioritize it to the point that Momoshiro does doesn't mean it doesn't count.

Momoshiro retaliates by poking Kaidoh's side with his finger. He lolls his head to the side, almost knocking into Kaidoh's, and slumps in a relaxed state against the other. "How about spending time with people then," he says in a small voice.

Kaidoh's forehead creases and he looks down at his hands. That's not something that usually occurs to him. Spending time with people, that is. It's not really Kaidoh's thing. He isn't the type to go meet up with friends to have a meal or to hang out at an arcade, mostly because having friends doesn't seem to be Kaidoh's thing either. He's never been very good at it, and he's usually too busy with training to put much effort into it either.

"Well, I don't really like most people," he says bluntly, which makes him sound like a total misanthrope, so he adds, "I mean, I just don't see the point in hanging out with them."

Perhaps Momoshiro should have tried harder in middle school to get Kaidoh involved with social activities. Well, he did try, but mostly Kaidoh grumbled and complained about everything, it was hard getting him to join any kind of group activity. When it's just him and Momoshiro though, he would usually agree, albeit reluctantly.

"That just means you have to find people you do like … I mean it's natural, right? To want to spend time with people you like. I was always spending time with friends, I wouldn't do that if I didn't like them." Momoshiro's eyes dart over to the side, to study Kaidoh's profile.

He wouldn't be spending time with Kaidoh if he didn't like him either, but he keeps that small piece of information to himself.

"You should make an effort to be more friendly then! Then maybe you can find people you'd like, and stuff … as long as you don't forget about me," Momoshiro mumbles that last part.

Kaidoh has heard the same thing from his mother countless times, but it's easier said than done. It can be hard for him to even hold a conversation with people he doesn't know well, let alone try and be friendly toward them. What does that even mean? Smile a lot? If so, then Kaidoh thinks that's dumb. He's not going to walk around with a stupid grin plastered on his face just so people will like him. He doesn't really care what other people think about him in the first place. Well, most other people, anyway.

He huffs and crosses his arms. "Whatever," he says. "I'm fine with how things are." Meaning, he doesn't really like the idea of walking up to strangers and trying to make friends. He'd rather run a marathon. Well, as with most things, he'd rather run a marathon.

Momoshiro scoots closer, pressing up against Kaidoh and then throws an arm around his shoulder, like he's done a million times before. "But ah, wouldn't it be nice if you had a running buddy?" He grins and pinches Kaidoh's cheek with his other hand. "So poor Kaoru-chan won't be left all alone in the dark. Who knows what lurks in the shadows, right?"

"Fuck off," Kaidoh grumbles, swatting at Momoshiro's hand. "I'm not scared of the dark, asshole."

Momoshiro laughs, always finding it fun to tease Kaidoh. "Sure you aren't. But hey, does that mean you would like a running buddy? Ehhh, Kaidoh wants friends, how interesting."

Kaidoh punches his fist into Momoshiro's side—lightly, since Momoshiro's kind of pressed too close for him to punch him for real. "Idiot, I don't care about dumb stuff like that," he hisses, as though it would be terrible to say he did. "But I wouldn't mind running with someone, I guess. If they could keep up."

Momoshiro digs his fingers into Kaidoh's shoulders, as payback for hitting him in the side. They can never leave each other alone, can they.

"You can just say yes, you know. Yes I want to run with someone. It's not the end of the world to admit you'd like some company. Being alone is boring anyway, I don't know how you can stand it. Ehh, I just remembered the many nights I spent alone in my tiny apartment … it was really lonely. No thanks." Though a good solution would be to buy a pet, if he could ever afford it. Not that he has an apartment left anymore, he'd have to figure out what would happen if they ever get rescued.

Sometime …

"Just don't ask Hazue-chan," Momoshiro says with a snort. "That kid needs a normal life."

"Running is normal!" Kaidoh stresses.

"For you," says Momoshiro, as if this explains everything. "Do you think running is normal for me? Hah!"

Kaidoh rolls his eyes. "No, but that's because you're a lazy dumbass."

"... You seriously think everyone runs, don't you. Only health freaks do that, you know. Normal people just, I don't know, ride their bike for a little exercise. You however, you're just obsessed with it. Oh hey, why'd you never get a bike anyway?"

"I didn't need one," Kaidoh says, shrugging. "I can run anywhere I need to go."

"Bikes are faster though," Momoshiro points out. He remembers the times he's asked if Kaidoh needed a ride home on his bike—well they weren't that many, perhaps one or two times—and he'd always declined. Ass. "You know, next time I offer you a ride, you should accept it. Bikes aren't evil. They're awesome! And besides, all you have to do is sit there and shut up."

Momoshiro sighs. "Well, that's if I even have a bike though. Not that we've got anything like that here. So I guess run all you'd like while you're still on this island, go nuts. Just …" Momoshiro rests his head against Kaidoh's shoulder, feeling exhausted all of the sudden. "... Remember to have breakfast with me." Which is really just code for; remember to be there in the morning for me, so I can talk to you, and even mess with you.

"You can have the rest of the day to yourself." Though he wouldn't mind if he and Kaidoh went to bed at the same time either. "Although …" he starts with a smile spreading on his lips. "Coming home earlier instead of running past midnight would be nice too."

Kaidoh's mouth curls into a frown. "But that's … It would be strange going to bed that early," he says. He already couldn't sleep in late this morning, and that was with him going to bed at the time he normally does. It's just not how he functions.

"You think everything is strange." Momoshiro starts to play around with some of Kaidoh's hair, which he has easy access to since his arm is around him. "It's not bad, you know. How about this, if you get home earlier, I'll uhh, go run for a bit with you in the morning after. Obviously after breakfast." He looks at Kaidoh seriously. "And not too far."

"I don't know how far that is for you," Kaidoh says, narrowing his eyes and letting out a low hiss. Since now he kind of thinks of Momoshiro as pretty inept when it comes to running, he doesn't know if "not too far" means a kilometer or two, or … from the hut to the nearest tree.

"Twenty minutes tops," says Momoshiro.

Kaidoh can't even restrain himself from huffing in disapproval. Weak, he thinks, but he doesn't say that because he doesn't care to have Momoshiro nearly passing out from overexertion again. If he says that's his limit, then it's probably true. It is Momoshiro, after all.

"Fine," Kaidoh says finally. "But it had better be actual running for the full twenty minutes."

"Hehe." Momoshiro playfully knocks his head against Kaidoh's again. "I'm not saying you should run for that long, that's just how long I'll run before I head back. So uhh, you can keep doing your thing. No problem."

Kaidoh relaxes. "Yeah. Good. I will."

"So, you'll go to bed with me?"

"I guess I could try," Kaidoh says noncommittally.

Momoshiro sighs. "Try? How about I just talk to you till you get bored enough and fall asleep?" Though he's sure he'd already do this without promising. If Kaidoh's there when Momoshiro goes to sleep, he'll talk to him for sure, about anything.

Kaidoh wants to point out that he's never fallen asleep to Momoshiro's rambling before, but that would probably only feed his ego and make him think he's super interesting. Or something. Which he isn't. Instead he just says, "I can't sleep with people talking to me. It's annoying."

"Sure … sure … and that one time on the phone doesn't count ... how?"

"Shut up," Kaidoh says, his cheeks going warm at the memory. "And whatever, you fell asleep too, dumbass."

"Well duh, I'm comfortable around you." Momoshiro grows stiff as he pulls away from Kaidoh this time. "I mean, you're just not really interesting, or something." Yeah, like that. It's certainly not because Momoshiro feels comfortable around Kaidoh. Even if he totally does.

Kaidoh glares at him. "You're the one who's not really interesting," he fires back, even though that sounds pretty lame.

"Hah, yeah right, that's why you made me this awesome medal huh, for how not-interesting I am." Momoshiro snorts.

"Moron," Kaidoh mutters. "There isn't anything on there that says you're interesting."

"Hm. Then I guess it needs some adjustments then …" Momoshiro's eyes travel down to his pants, where his trusty marker resides.

Kaidoh shoves Momoshiro's arm. "There isn't any room left on the stupid thing for more dumb words." None of which are even true.

"There's always the backside," says Momoshiro with a goofy grin on his face. He tugs a little at Kaidoh's hair again to annoy him—Kaidoh doesn't get away with shoving him for free.

"You can write it yourself," Kaidoh says stubbornly. The stuff he put on the front is already embarrassing enough.

Momoshiro chuckles. "It's fine, I like the way it is already." He takes the medal between his fingers and lifts it up to his face. It shines in the small amount of sunlight that shines through the cracks of the walls.

"Yup, wouldn't want to change it anymore. It's good. Besides, I already know I'm interesting, and I know you think so too, so whatever."

Kaidoh scowls, feeling a blush heating up his cheeks again. "I didn't say that, idiot," he manages, rather weakly. In fact, he'd said more or less the opposite. Apparently not very convincingly though.

Because Momoshiro finds it hard to resist the rosy cheeks belonging to Kaidoh, he pinches it again. "Moron," he says in a playful voice. "So, this morning hasn't been all that bad, huh. I told you it'd be fine! Fine because I'm here, of course."

"Not because of that," Kaidoh argues, because he can't help himself, but then adds a little less harshly, "But yeah, it's been okay …" And maybe Momoshiro did have something to do with that. Or everything to do with that.

"Yeah … it's nice," muses Momoshiro. He closes his eyes, and once more leans his head against Kaidoh's shoulder, resting on him. So maybe he does feel really comfortable around Kaidoh, but admitting that out loud just seems so weird and girly. "Should do this every morning," he murmurs.

"Yeah …" Kaidoh mumbles in agreement, then realizes what he's saying and corrects himself. "I mean, whatever."

"Whatever isn't really an answer," teases Momoshiro. "Unless whatever means yes."

"Shut up, dumbass."

"That's not an answer either!"

"Whatever, I don't care what you think is an answer or not," Kaidoh replies grouchily.

Momoshiro snuggles a bit closer. "I guess we'll just have to see whether or not you'll be there when I wake up then."

Kaidoh leans back against Momoshiro a little. "Yeah."

For a little while, Momoshiro says nothing, but quietly enjoys sitting here with Kaidoh, pressed against each other like it's natural, like it's some kind of routine. If it could be a routine, it would make Momoshiro very happy; waking up with someone there, and that someone being Kaidoh, who will eat breakfast with him, and argue with him and … cuddle with him? Alright, fine, he can call this 'cuddling', in his mind that is. Out loud? Never.

The cuddling is nice though, as Momoshiro feels himself getting sleepy again when they're sitting together like this. It's true that he feels comfortable around Kaidoh, and even more so when Kaidoh's not trying to run away or yell some kind of insult at him. It's nice to just sit here silently, enjoying each other's company. Yeah, Momoshiro would definitely like for this to happen every morning, even if he will have to give up his morning masturbation.

"Oh," says Momoshiro all of the sudden, his eyes finally opening. "Word of advice."

Kaidoh tilts his head a bit to look Momoshiro in the eye. "What?"

"Don't … stare at me when I wake up. I get morning wood a lot."

Kaidoh shoves Momoshiro away from him like he's got a disease. "You're disgusting," he grumbles … although that does explain why Momoshiro acted weird to see Kaidoh there when he first woke up. Gross.

Momoshiro shoots Kaidoh some dirty looks as he composes himself to sit up straight again with some dignity.

"So what, you get it too, I'm sure," says Momoshiro defensively.

"S-shut up," Kaidoh sputters, his face flushing. "I don't want to talk about this."

Neither does Momoshiro. "Well I'm just saying. Don't stare."

"Fine," Kaidoh growls. "It's not like I was in the first place," he lies. Well, he certainly wouldn't have been if he'd known about that.

"Sure you weren't," says Momoshiro with a snort. Kaidoh was staring at him during his sleep, so that counts. "But whatever. Just give me a minute or three to deal with it."

Kaidoh hisses, still disgusted. "Whatever. Yeah. Okay."

"Good." Momoshiro bumps his fist into Kaidoh's arm, to relief some of the awkward tension between them. Mostly because Kaidoh's a wimp though. "So we're good?"

"I guess," Kaidoh replies. As long as Momoshiro doesn't bring it up again.

"Alright. You can go back to your running now then, I guess." Momoshiro would prefer to hang out more, but he knows how obsessed Kaidoh is with running, so he'll throw him a bone.

"Yeah, I should get going," Kaidoh agrees. If he's going to stay on schedule for the day then he has a couple of hours of running to make up already. And Momoshiro can just … do whatever it is he does when Kaidoh's not there. Which suddenly seems gross, considering the conversation they just had. Well, Kaidoh probably shouldn't let himself think too much about that. It wasn't like Momoshiro did it on purpose.

Momoshiro slowly gets up from his sitting position, dusting off his shorts and steadying the medal that was swinging back and forth from the movement. He'll get used to wearing it. He smiles at it a little before he stretches out his hand towards Kaidoh to help him up.

Kaidoh accepts his hand, and pulls himself up to his feet, then retrieves his sneakers from the foot of his bed and puts them on. Once he's got his towel around his neck, he's ready to run.

"I'll be out for a couple hours," he says, not sure why he feels the need to notify Momoshiro of his plans.

"As usual," says Momoshiro. But this time it's not so bad. At least they spend the morning together. He leans against the wall, waiting for Kaidoh to leave. "I'll go get us some more water, I guess."

"Sure, sounds good," Kaidoh says. "Well, uh …" He fiddles with the towel around his neck a bit, pulling the ends even over his shoulders. "I guess I'll see you, um, later."

"Okay." Momoshiro looks over at Kaidoh fiddling around with his towel. "I'll be here," he says, as if Kaidoh needs to know. Then he realizes something. Something he can do now that Kaidoh is here still.

"Oh, and a morning isn't complete, without this," he says. It sounds stupid and cheesy, but whatever.

Momoshiro pushes himself away from the wall, and takes the two steps to close the gap between the both of them, with Kaidoh looking at him weirdly. He hesitates a little bit, clouded with thoughts such as rejection and nervousness, but Momoshiro is determined. He brings up his hand to tug on Kaidoh's towel, to bring his head down at an angle, and he leans in to quickly kiss Kaidoh on the lips. But he's not as quick to pull back, quite the opposite, instead he just stays like this, eyes closed, and mouths pressed together as if it's feeding him oxygen. He can feel his own heart thump approvingly in his chest.

It's what he wanted to do the most with Kaidoh in the morning. Something as simple, or perhaps the most complicated matter between them, as this.

Kaidoh pushes his mouth back against Momoshiro's, feeling his lips buzz with energy, and lets himself get swept up in the sensation for a few moments before he pulls back and blinks at Momoshiro. He doesn't let himself look at Momoshiro's mouth, because that would just make him want to go back for more and he has running to do. Although now he sort of feels like he already is running, adrenaline singing in his veins.

Bashfully, Momoshiro lowers his head a bit, but doesn't stop looking at Kaidoh. "Enjoy your run," he says. He's sure enjoyed this morning already.

"Yeah," Kaidoh says, feeling helpless to say anything else at the moment, and conscious of the rising heat in his cheeks.

Luckily, he has an excuse to leave before that sets in, so he takes it, grazing his fist against Momoshiro's arm as he turns toward the door and jogs out down the steps out of the hut.

His heart is already pounding before his feet even hit the sand, but it's a good kind of feeling, and when he sets off running, he's going a bit faster than his usual pace. And maybe that's just because he's not running on an empty stomach like he usually would be in his early morning run, but it also might have something to do with the pleasant and fluttery feeling in his chest.

Momoshiro stays behind, leaning against the doorpost, watching Kaidoh run off until he can't see him anymore. Absentmindedly his fingers touch his own lips, they feel warm and sort of tingly, but in a good way.

Yeah, this morning was pretty good.