bluecastleace | PSL/Meme Continuation Post

[While Oikawa battles himself internally for the jealousy he’s feeling, Iwaizumi waits to see any sign of it. Sometimes there’s what he thinks might be a flicker, but—- No. Oikawa doesn’t feel that way. Neither of them feel that way! Nope. Not one bit.

[So why is it so frustrating when Iwaizumi doesn’t get the reaction he’s looking for? And why is he looking for it?]

Wow, you’re so funny. And here I thought I might actually pay for dinner.

You're right, I am funny. [He leans back, propping his arms against the booth's back rest.] And too bad, I already said I'd pay this time!

[There's really no need for Tooru to look so damn smug over taking away Iwaizumi's leverage, and yet here he is, smirking like he's just pulled off a service ace.]

[Iwaizumi rolls his eyes.]

I thought after the kaiju attack you decided not to. Remember? [You little snot.]

Well, I've changed my mind! [It's accompanied with a nudge to his foot again, this time more fond than as a way to get a rise out of his friend.]

Say "Thank you, Oikawa-sama!" and I'll even forget you threw Godzilla at me.

[Which was a gift to you!! How ungrateful.]

Fuck you, Shittykawa-baka.

Did I do it right?

[A nudge in return - also fond.]

[There's a twitch of his lips, the slightest hint of amusement, because of course that'd be Iwaizumi's response.]

Hmmm~ [Tooru pretends to think about it.] I could've sworn I'd asked you to say something else. Where's the "thank you" or even the "Oikawa-sama"? It's not like you to miss something so important!

[Another nudge. Are they... playing footsie under the table now, is that what's happening?? Not that Tooru would ever admit it.]

Edited (words are hard!!) 2020-11-13 00:22 (UTC)

[Honestly, the forceful stomping and kicking has devolved into something more like a game of footsie, but hey, Iwaizumi isn’t about to admit that either - he will enjoy it thought, continuing to nudge him gently under the table. His voice remains playfully harsh though.]

As if you’ll ever hear that shit coming out of my mouth, ya dumb ass.

[It’s only a few minutes later that the waitress brings back their food, smiling sweetly as she sets it down in front of them. Is her look lingering a little longer on Oikawa than it does Iwaizumi? He pulls his feet away under the table. Why does that bother him so much. She gives a light bow and walks away from the table just as Iwa rolls his eyes and goes to his food.]

Eat up, loser. [He starts in on his tofu, speaks again with food still in his mouth.] What’re we doin’ tonight? My old man gave me some sake before we left you know.

[Ironically, Tooru isn't looking at the waitress this time, beyond a cheerful "thank you!" and completely misses his cue to flirt with her some more. He's much more interested in the steaming bowl of ramen that's been placed on the table, and draws the food closer. This has absolutely nothing to do with the way their feet are still pressed together snugly under the table, of course.

To Iwaizumi's nagging, Tooru replies with a loud slurp of his ramen noodles, looking up to see if that makes Iwaizumi roll his eyes.]

What else could we be doing? You were complaining earlier about how much more unpacking we both had to do. [The way Tooru stuffs some chashu into his mouth isn't at all dignified, but he's starving, the first taste of the ramen reminding him that he and Iwaizumi hadn't had a real lunch. He perks up, though, at the mention of sake.]

Iwa-chan, are you suggesting we drink and unpack at the same time?

[The ramen-slurping does, in fact, make Iwaizumi roll his eyes, and also earns Oikawa a little snap on the head with Iwa’s chopsticks.]

Why you gotta eat so gross for? [He’s not not shouting when he says it.

[He huffs and settles back against his seat.]

Yeah, maybe. [He shrugs a little.] Better than just unpacking, isn’t it?

Iwa-chan! [Tooru gasps, sounding thoroughly scandalized and pretending to rub at the spot on his head.] What will people think of you treating your friends like this? Imagine what a bad impression you're giving our new neighbors!

[And yet, he's not fazed at all, smirking at Iwaizumi before slurping up more noodles like he wasn't just chastised for it.]

Hm. You do have good ideas, though, so I guess I'll forgive you~ Let's have the sake tonight!

[Iwa’s glare ensures. Another chopstick snap.]

Do you want me to share my booze or not?

Finish up already so we can go.

[A “gentle” kick under the table for good measure.]

And you better not get so drunk you’re useless, light weight.

[It's probably terrible that he's so used to it, he barely reacts to the kick except with a slight purse of his lips.]

We'll see who's the lightweight! [He says, singsong, and points his chopsticks at Iwaizumi.] Besides, I've already got most of my things unpacked, unlike a certain someone else.

[It's a total lie; he hasn't even touched his clothes, preferring to put up his posters and other things to pretty up his room first.]

[Of course. Iwaizumi would expect no less, but he sees that with fondness. Oikawa is so very...Oikawa.

[They head out of the restaurant with little more issue, bidding goodbye to the friendly waitress and, of course, stopping to get some promised milk bread on the way home. Once they pass through their apartment door, it’s clear they have plenty of work to do, but before they begin, Iwaizumi pulls the bottle of sake his dad had gifted him out and pours a couple generous cups.

[He hands on to Oikawa.]

Alright. Don’t get stupid on this too quick, Loserkawa. We’ve still got work to do.

[He takes the cup, but not without blowing a raspberry at Iwaizumi. It's a wonder anyone believes he's anything but a child, with the way he acts.]

"Loserkawa"? Iwa-chan, you always come up with such awful names for me.

[Tooru presses the rim of the cup to his lips, peering at Iwaizumi over it.] Think of something cuter!

Hm. [He pretends to think as he takes a drink.] How about fuck ass?

[He probably would have choked if he weren't expecting exactly that sort of reply.]

Rude. And vulgar, too! [Tooru tips the cup, swallowing some of the sake.] I should change your nickname to something else, to match how much of a brute you really are.

Like what?

[His expression reads: “Try me, I dare you.”]

[Challenge accepted.]

Hmph. Godzilla would work. But knowing you, you'd be happy about it.

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Took some liberties hope that’s okay!

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