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[Just because he can't feel it anymore, doesn't mean he's lost the understanding for it. Aoba had said, clearly before, that he'd wanted to 'cuddle like this' every so often. Noiz hadn't forgotten those words, nor had he forgotten what it felt like to be so close to someone.

He wouldn't deny Aoba that sort of feeling. And he had started enjoying that closeness, as well. So when he's pulled down to the kotatsu, he doesn't complain. He gets as comfortable as he can, squeezed next to the other, and lets his feet settle under that orange glow.

He can't feel the heat. Sorry Aoba. But instead of saying that--as he's learnt that constantly reminding Aoba that he can't feel X or Y always makes the other frown, today he'll try a different approach.]

...It'd be useful in winter. [Use logic instead.]

Instead of turning on the heat in the house.

[Thin walls would make the heat escape. A thick blanket around a heater....
It makes sense to him.]

[ Aoba feels a little cramped, a little awkward, but the more Noiz takes this in that calm and distant way he does for anything unobjectionable, and yet stays in the present with those gestures - unremarkable maybe to anyone else, but for someone who was so neglected in his youth that he grew up feeling very much like he was on an alien planet, it's nothing short of a miracle. Something like this would have probably earned him a hostile response and maybe a demand to know why he'd participate in this kind of pointless exercise.

All this, and without having used Scrap. ]

Yeah! [ Noiz gets it! Aoba smiles warmly and nods. ] Granny had one too, and around this time of year...you could always see a small bowl of tangerines for snacking on, or a piping hot cup of tea.

[ Ah, how nostalgic...and now he can make new memories with Noiz with this. Opening yet another act of that domestic fantasy of his...

Aoba realizes he's spacing out, daydreaming about foolish things like playing an innocent form of footsy under the kotatsu with warm socks and Noiz not even realizing it, or catching him knocked out beneath it because who doesn't love a nap under one of those?! A-anyway! He gives his head a little shake, his cheeks feeling about as hot as the heat lamp under the table. ]

W-which means... you should really spend some time under it, so you don't catch a cold. [ And surely not for any other reason ever. ]

[Just to make sure you don't catch a cold, huh? He turns his head to look at the other, an almost cheeky smile moving up his lips as he rests an elbow against the low table.]

...It'd be a good place to have a nap, too, wouldn't it.

[Because falling asleep next to a warm fire is similar, right? Even if falling asleep on the floor could be considered uncomfortable, there are worse positions that he's fallen asleep in.]

I've never had a tangerine. Are they good?

[Once again, Noiz' horrible diet just makes him strike Aoba with a curious, quiet look.]

Mm, especially after I get some better cushions.

[ Aoba makes a derisive sound - are you kidding me - but it's so amused that it loses any seriousness. Really, Noiz, all that pasta and pizza... never once did he try some common fruit!

...He rests his elbow on the table too, but opposite to Noiz, so he can look into his face. ]

They're sweet. I think you'd really like them.

[ Aoba makes a mental note to buy some, but then he's also distracted with how nice this is. Cramped, but he doesn't mind it. And Noiz has been spoiling him lately with being so close. It's hardly the first time Aoba's realized he's handsome but... right now... ]

Can I take your picture?

[Speaking of 'spoiling' him lately with being close, he's going to take a moment to lift a hand up, drawing fingers over the others' cheek when he mimics Noiz' pose on the table.]

We could go and buy some together. [He's going to pick some hideous green ones, you'd best babysit him, Aoba.]

...Sweet, huh. [He gives him a look, for a moment--almost pouting. It's true that he DOES like sweet things, but having it pointed out...

At least the expression doesn't last long when the other asks to take his picture.]

Yeah.

Go ahead.

[A pause:]

You should be in it, too.

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it's either tangerines or clementines I FORGET it's been ages

All tiny oranges are good and pure in the eyes of gaa