[ While Adachi's up, Maruki drains his own cup of wine – it's good, but it's not so good that he feels guilty about throwing it back – and refills both of them. He sips again as he peers into the tub that Adachi pushes near the table, then into the box he sets on it and opens–
And then he chokes, just a bit, setting the cup down fast and spluttering something between a cough and a yelp. ]
Sorry! I'm sorry, I– oh, my. [ One hand presses to his chest, over a startled heartbeat, and Maruki laughs a little at himself. ] I wasn't expecting it to look so realistic!
[ But it does.
It really does.
Maruki stares at it, wide-eyed. ]
I've never actually seen a gun before...
[ Hardly surprising, given both everything about Japan and everything about Maruki, but it's still phrased like a confession anyway.
There's something about the way he said it, though – it's my favorite, oddly genuine in a way he isn't used to hearing from Adachi. In his mind's eye, he sees Adachi sat at this table, hunched over a dismantled model gun, painstakingly cleaning every part with intense, calm focus–
And there's a warm squeeze in his chest, fond and wanting all at once. Maruki likes knowing these things. He likes having a more complete picture of Adachi's life. He thinks about sitting at the other side of the table, working on his research, the two of them silently, contentedly concentrated on their own unbearably dorky tasks – and finds himself smiling over at Adachi, small and soft. ]
[ He can't help but laugh, what a reaction! It's not like he can blame Maruki for it, what with, again, everything about Japan and the aforementioned man, but it's...cute. Maruki being cute isn't a shocker, but being the reason for him doing something cute is different somehow.
Carefully, and with proper trigger discipline, he hoists the little thing up from its custom foam cushion inside the box. ]
It sure does, but look.
[ Click! goes the hammer as he pulls it back, angling the his hands so Maruki can see what all Adachi's pointing at as he talks. ]
It's smooth here and here, see? Nothing for it to make a spark and nowhere for it to go if it could, so it can't ignite any ammunition. Plus the spring inside's just for show--strong enough to bring the hammer back down when you pull the trigger, but not strong enough to help make that spark you need.
[ Despite the practiced way he's handling it, or maybe because of it, it seems oddly carefree the way he flicks open the cylinder to show it's empty and flick it right back closed. Then with no time to think on what's just been shown, he points it at the ceiling and pulls the trigger-- ]
Pew.
[ --Annnnd nothing happens, save for the hammer indeed coming back down. It's fake, nonfunctional, and empty. Of course it doesn't do anything. That doesn't keep a satisfied smile off Adachi's face, though. Even as he avoids eye contact at Maruki's next question, for once that hint of bashfulness not keeping him from running his mouth. ]
Well...it's one of those things you see on TV and get curious about, you know? And once I started it was kind of hard to stop...
[ A little part of Maruki falls in love right then and there.
He can't help it. It's the most of himself that Adachi has shared, and Maruki isn't even sure he realizes that he's doing it. It isn't just about the mechanisms of the gun. It's about Adachi being thorough, intelligent, experienced – caring, in his own strange way, going to great lengths to assure Maruki he's in no danger. A little endearingly boyish, too, that pew drawing a grin across Maruki's face.
And he's a little shy about it, but he keeps talking. Keeps letting Maruki in.
It's a gift. Maruki won't take it lightly. ]
I really had no idea they were so involved... The next time you customize one, I want to watch, if you'd let me. It sounds like a fascinating process.
[ Despite the fact they've not really shown this sort of tenderness before – no, because of it, really – he leans over and presses a kiss to Adachi's cheek. ]
I like seeing you so passionate about something. You're cute.
[ And if Adachi hates that– well, what's he going to do? Not shoot him with a fake gun? ]
[ The broken record that is Adachi's brain skips a beat at that quick, honest show of affection. For all the things they've said and done to each other at this point now is when he gets shy, a hand over his mouth as he clears his throat to try and hide the pink creeping onto his cheeks. ]
A guy's going on and on about guns and you think it's cute? Sure you're not the one who needs a counselor?
[ Can't seem to keep eye contact for a little while either, funny that. Instead his eyes are back down on the model in his hands, fiddling with the chamber as if to make sure it's rotating properly and doesn't need an early clean or something. ]
It's not all that exciting to watch, but if you really want to then I guess that's fine...
Maruki's never seen him like this. Adachi, blushing faintly, shying away from the praise, unable to meet his eye–
Target acquired.
Maruki grins, laughs in that self-effacing way of his and rests one arm along Adachi's back, reaching up to card gentle fingers through his hair. ]
You think I need a counselor? Well, maybe so...
[ Over and over, slow and methodical, impossibly affectionate. Maruki watches the way Adachi's uneven, choppy hair sifts through his fingers for a few moments longer, then turns his attention back to the gun as well. ]
Perhaps this is a stupid question, but you don't have any real ones, right?
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And then he chokes, just a bit, setting the cup down fast and spluttering something between a cough and a yelp. ]
Sorry! I'm sorry, I– oh, my. [ One hand presses to his chest, over a startled heartbeat, and Maruki laughs a little at himself. ] I wasn't expecting it to look so realistic!
[ But it does.
It really does.
Maruki stares at it, wide-eyed. ]
I've never actually seen a gun before...
[ Hardly surprising, given both everything about Japan and everything about Maruki, but it's still phrased like a confession anyway.
There's something about the way he said it, though – it's my favorite, oddly genuine in a way he isn't used to hearing from Adachi. In his mind's eye, he sees Adachi sat at this table, hunched over a dismantled model gun, painstakingly cleaning every part with intense, calm focus–
And there's a warm squeeze in his chest, fond and wanting all at once. Maruki likes knowing these things. He likes having a more complete picture of Adachi's life. He thinks about sitting at the other side of the table, working on his research, the two of them silently, contentedly concentrated on their own unbearably dorky tasks – and finds himself smiling over at Adachi, small and soft. ]
How did you get into this?
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Carefully, and with proper trigger discipline, he hoists the little thing up from its custom foam cushion inside the box. ]
It sure does, but look.
[ Click! goes the hammer as he pulls it back, angling the his hands so Maruki can see what all Adachi's pointing at as he talks. ]
It's smooth here and here, see? Nothing for it to make a spark and nowhere for it to go if it could, so it can't ignite any ammunition. Plus the spring inside's just for show--strong enough to bring the hammer back down when you pull the trigger, but not strong enough to help make that spark you need.
[ Despite the practiced way he's handling it, or maybe because of it, it seems oddly carefree the way he flicks open the cylinder to show it's empty and flick it right back closed. Then with no time to think on what's just been shown, he points it at the ceiling and pulls the trigger-- ]
Pew.
[ --Annnnd nothing happens, save for the hammer indeed coming back down. It's fake, nonfunctional, and empty. Of course it doesn't do anything. That doesn't keep a satisfied smile off Adachi's face, though. Even as he avoids eye contact at Maruki's next question, for once that hint of bashfulness not keeping him from running his mouth. ]
Well...it's one of those things you see on TV and get curious about, you know? And once I started it was kind of hard to stop...
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He can't help it. It's the most of himself that Adachi has shared, and Maruki isn't even sure he realizes that he's doing it. It isn't just about the mechanisms of the gun. It's about Adachi being thorough, intelligent, experienced – caring, in his own strange way, going to great lengths to assure Maruki he's in no danger. A little endearingly boyish, too, that pew drawing a grin across Maruki's face.
And he's a little shy about it, but he keeps talking. Keeps letting Maruki in.
It's a gift. Maruki won't take it lightly. ]
I really had no idea they were so involved... The next time you customize one, I want to watch, if you'd let me. It sounds like a fascinating process.
[ Despite the fact they've not really shown this sort of tenderness before – no, because of it, really – he leans over and presses a kiss to Adachi's cheek. ]
I like seeing you so passionate about something. You're cute.
[ And if Adachi hates that– well, what's he going to do? Not shoot him with a fake gun? ]
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A guy's going on and on about guns and you think it's cute? Sure you're not the one who needs a counselor?
[ Can't seem to keep eye contact for a little while either, funny that. Instead his eyes are back down on the model in his hands, fiddling with the chamber as if to make sure it's rotating properly and doesn't need an early clean or something. ]
It's not all that exciting to watch, but if you really want to then I guess that's fine...
[ He guesses. ]
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Maruki's never seen him like this. Adachi, blushing faintly, shying away from the praise, unable to meet his eye–
Target acquired.
Maruki grins, laughs in that self-effacing way of his and rests one arm along Adachi's back, reaching up to card gentle fingers through his hair. ]
You think I need a counselor? Well, maybe so...
[ Over and over, slow and methodical, impossibly affectionate. Maruki watches the way Adachi's uneven, choppy hair sifts through his fingers for a few moments longer, then turns his attention back to the gun as well. ]
Perhaps this is a stupid question, but you don't have any real ones, right?
[ Just making sure! For safety!! ]