windfall | what i desire most, what i fear most

[Shut up so he can sleep...? Does he cry that loudly? Surely someone like Aki Hayakawa would be careful when he cries and not do it so loudly as to let others know. But still... Texting him this late at night, going all the way to Public Safety to get him, and then going all the way to a very specific convenience store seems like a lot of effort for something as simple as annoyance over someone crying.]

[Then again, it sounds like he just wanted to look at gravure magazines with regards to the last point. Angel follows him upstairs and into the apartment, comparably less weighed down by his luggage than Denji is, but he doesn't offer to help and slips past him to set his bag down in the kitchen once he's told where to go.]

[He's never been in here and he makes an obvious attempt to look around now that he's in the main area. Huh. It's not really as big as he imagined. Three people live in a space this size? His cell is only a little bit smaller than this. Then again, it's essentially a concrete box, not separated into areas or housing a kitchen or whatnot.]

It smells good. [He realizes it's the leftovers of whatever was made for dinner, but still.] Are you going to make an offering tower for him with all of the stuff, or what?

You think that'd be a good idea? 'cause we can.

[ That smell belongs to the braised beef and vegetable stew they had earlier. The meal itself was pretty dense, but who knows, maybe Aki's worked up an appetite from blowing his nose or something. Denji sure has, anyway. ]

We passed by the room me and Powy share comin' in, [ he says, noticing Angel curiously looking around. He's not going to go through the trouble of giving a formal tour, but he'll at least point out some of the rooms. ] It's like straight across from the bathroom if you needa piss from all the walking. Aki's room is down near the patio.

[ He hefts the bags over the countertop of the kitchen, the items sagging out in one clamorous (and glamorous!) heap. Obviously, Denji doesn't react to the noise and simply begins stacking the items in, uh, his idea of a tower, starting with… the frying pan? He squints at appliance, holding it up by the handle and turning it over in confusion — oh, yeah, this was there at the check out. But why????

Whatever, he sets it down, then sets the cake trays directly on top, then the bread and jam, and he continues on like that until he's topping the mountain of stuff with the ice cream. Which should be going into the freezer before it melts. But instead it's here, and so are they, so they have to deal with this. ]

How's it look? You think he'll like it?

[He doesn't need to piss but how nice of him to tell him where that is. Angel sees Denji's confusion over the frying pan and speaks up.]

They didn't have air flyers, so I figured this one is kind of the same.

[He's not really aware of what a typical household would have in terms of cooking gadgets, so to him, it makes sense to throw something like that in. Angel watches as Denji stacks the tower high and thinks it's surely going to topple, but none of it does for some reason and he can't lie, he's a little bit impressed. Even the beer cans make for a good base and he might not see them immediately. That means he won't be as quick to be upset.]

I think he might be mad at first, but he'll probably like it in the end.

[And speak of the devil, the voice of someone who isn't usually in the apartment, let alone this late at night, has stirred Aki from his half-sleep half-crying and the door to his room slides open so he can look out. At least he wiped his face, but even across the room he can see the weird tower of junk on the counter. Angel's halo even lights it up a bit so he can make out a few details. "What the hell are you doing...?" he asks, and Angel looks to Denji expectantly for him to explain.]

[ Angel looks up at him. Denji's sights land on Angel. The stretched out whites of his eyes appear to fruitlessly communicate: Damn it, dude, I already did the heavy-lifting up the stairs, not this too! Releasing an inhale that seethes with nervous energy, he faces Aki's tired stare, rimed faintly with redness. Screw it, Denji throws his hands up, a forced grin on his face, jazzing at the tilting column before them. ]

Suuurpriiise!! We got you stuff! [ We. We! This was a team effort, so don't get mad at just him! ] Ice cream, meat, and — [ His mind's racing so hard that the precise list of items they'd compiled for this event completely blanks from Denji's cognition. Neck craning to look at the tower, he carries on: ] Um, other things! Like, see, this pan — your buddy picked it out because he heard about what happened to the air flyer. Real nice for a dude. But he's kind of a pain in the ass to hangout with.

[ …It's quiet. The type of quiet that hints at a brewing hell. After a moment, Denji realizes his hair is still tied in a dumbass-looking topknot. His hand reaches up to pull it out. ]

Alright, I'm goin' to bed now. [ His feet shuffle for the exit, Denji careful to stay clear of touching Angel. ] Don't stay up too late, alright? And make sure to leave me some bread to toast in the morning. See ya.

Hold it.

[Said with that deadpan way he always does when he's annoyed. Aki comes forward to look at their spread of shit, their tower of things. The frying pan, he still doesn't get even after the explanation, but it's topped with ice cream so Angel's influence on this whole thing is clear. And then there's some sweet rolls, what looks like jelly... Are these tissue boxes? And... beer? It must be non-alcoholic, he tells himself.]

...Why did you get all of this? And why him? [He points at Angel.] I thought you went to bed an hour ago.

[Lucky for Denji, Angel finally decides to explain the situation so he doesn't have to.]

He said it sounded like you had a rough day. So he contacted me and asked for ideas of things to get you to cheer up. ...Hey, you forgot your bunny people magazine. [He picks that up from the side of the pile and hands it out to Denji.] But yeah, Chainsaw-kun thought of half of these.

[Aki looks back to Denji like, Seriously? And Angel nods, even though the question isn't for him.]

Rrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh!!

[ Not one for self-regulation, the sounds of Denji's frustrated groaning loudly extends far past their apartment. Which, in a place housing the likes of himself and Power, is par the course. Doubly par the course is the sharp pound it obtains them against the walls nearest to their kitchenette — gotta be from this one pesky neighbor they know — and a muffled, Keep it down!, seconds after.

Aki's probably going to tell him the same thing here soon, so his tongue clicks, and in a much lower pitched voice, he goes: ] You…! I thought we agreed we were gonna play things cool, you traitor!

[ To be fair, Angel didn't agree to anything. Still, he thought they were, like, partners in crime for this scenario! Whatever happened to trust and camaraderie, or whatever? With an disdainful expression that speaks volumes, he snatches the magazine from Angel's hands, shoving it under his arm. ]

See if I ever buy you kebabs again.

[ His attention twitches toward Aki, the heat of his irritation withering slightly as his shoulders raise, defensively, like the hackles of a dog. Quickly, Denji's gaze shoots off to the side, feeling quite pre-emptively scorned. ]

I brought all the things you like. So just eat up and leave the lecture for tomorrow.

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[Essentially at the same time as the neighbor knocks, Aki also gives him a harsh look for growling so loud in the middle of the night. Ugh, they must have gone to a convenience store for all of this... He starts to pick at the various things, ready to lecture them on it, but Angel repeats himself before he can speak.]

He wanted to cheer you up. [Said in his usual deadpan as he stares at Aki. Aki looks at him for a moment, his brow pinched, then at Denji. Then back to Angel. They share a long look and it seems like some sort of unspoken discussion happens between them in that moment. Worried about me? Yes. Why? You know why.]

[Aki picks up one of the pastries, the little slices of cheesecake that he gets sometimes when he ends up going to a conveince store with Denji and Power for an errand and allows them to pick out one thing each. He looks it over briefly as if he wants to find fault with it before raising his gaze to Denji.]

You really went out and got all of this for me...? [He still sounds like he wants to finish with Why? but Angel is still staring at him. For someone who claims to both not like and not understand humans, he's so annoyingly perceptive.]

[ Denji watches the silent back-and-forth, every look they send one another whetting his curiosity like a blade sawing against a sharpener. He and Power will operate on similar wavelength at times, not always in harmony, but when they're really in the throes of combat, the curation of each weapon she brings into battle timed to perfection with his strikes, it's like salt and pepper: two things that were always meant to go together.

But it's interesting seeing other buddies interact with the such synchronicity that they can read each other with a glance; this is what it must be like to feel left out. The next time he gets into a fight over the remote with his fiend roommate, he'll make sure Aki is included.

When a window to chime in arises: ] …Not just that, but I got him for you, too.

[ With a swing of his arm, Denji's hand comes down atop Angel's shoulder, just barely missing the feathers of his wings, with enough force to shove him stumbling forward. A little petty revenge for outing him earlier. ]

So now you've got someone to talk to instead of cry! I know, pretty clever of me. You can thank me later with waffles tomorrow.

[Denji claps on his shoulder and while Angel doesn't exactly fall flat on his face he does pull away from the touch with a groan.]

Stop that - I told you to quit doing that, I don't want to touch you, you're gross.

[It all comes out a little quickly and defensively as he moves closer to Aki instead. Someone he trusts much more not to invade his personal space (except for that one time).]

...And if you're gonna make waffles tomorrow -

--You're not staying here tonight. I'll take you back in a minute.

[Angel looks a little put out by that, but it's not something he didn't expect, either. He reaches up to snag an ice cream cone off the tower as Aki hears the rest of what Denji said.]

...You didn't have to do all that for me. [He has this weird desire to pat him on his head or something, but he tells himself it's because his hair looks so messy right now. Why did he have it up, anyway?] Tonight's... I just had some bad memories crop up.

[It's Himeno's birthday and he forgot until he looked at the calendar when he got home. Then felt like a complete asshole for not taking a beer to her grave before it got late. Maybe he'll bring one of these surely non-alcoholic ones later.]

Sorry if I worried you. But... thanks.

[Even Angel looks content with that response.]

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[ He considers repeating, not for the first time tonight, that he wasn't worried. Isn't worried now, either. But then Angel's insulting him, Aki's thanking him, and Denji's cheeks are burning from the effort to not to do something stupid and out of character, like grinning, gross and gratuitously, thinking about everything that had to go wrong tonight to make the one thing he wanted go right. Before he can talk himself out of it, though, his hand lifts to Aki's hairline, stroking down a few licks of hairs that are standing on end, tickling his palms as he smooths them down. Bed hair always looks so funny on Aki. Even once his hair is all flattened, Denji continues the repetition of patting his head just a while longer — until he realizes how this must look, and his arm shoots back. ]

— Uhhh, that was his idea! [ His thumb jerks at Angel. ] Not mine.

[ Denji pauses. Angel… What a weird devil. He counseled him on how to help Aki, agreed to meet him, saved his life sorta… all to mooch some ice cream and cake? Nah, there's no way. It's annoying, but he probably owes the guy. ]

Do you have to take him back…? It was so much trouble breaking him out! [ Actually, all Denji did was stand outside as Angel broke himself out. He doesn't mention that. ] That's like refunding a gift you didn't like right in front of me! …And, anyway, he thinks I'm yucky, but he still came with me to cheer you up. You can't just send him back to bed. That's messed up.

[Denji mussing at his hair when he's too tired to do anything about it is annoying for two reasons. One, because it's Denji, and two, because he can feel Angel watching them like this is a variety hour. He swats Denji's hand away before he can stop on his own, but it seems like it happens at the same moment he realizes how it looks.]

[But at the news that half of these things were actually Angel's idea... Probably, he tells himself, it's things Angel would like, himself, since he can see it's mainly food. Surprising there's no udon on there, too. But now Denji is begging to let him sleep over and how he broke him out and - He broke him out?!]

You broke him out? [What does that even entail? It's only really then that he takes into account that Angel is dressed like he literally got dragged out of bed (at least he took off the pants scarf) and also in socks that look like they traipsed through the city streets (they did). Angel makes sure to speak up and explain he broke himself out but that's somehow even worse judging by the way Aki's face falls.] You two... You can't do things like that, I'm going to be the one who has to answer for the both of you.

[Angel doesn't seem to see this as an issue he needs to worry about. Aki sighs, reaching out to dust off a piece of dirt from Angel's sleeve. Unlike when Denji touched him, he doesn't really react to that.]

You should at least change, before you go back - Denji, lend him some clothes. [There's no way they're similar in size but it's better than Aki's. Angel, however, looks disgusted by this idea and quickly says, No way, no way. They'll be covered in God-knows-what.]

[ While the swat of Aki's hand does puncture a hole in Denji's buoyancy, as does how naturally he reaches for the slighter devil immediately, neither of those things are what ultimately brings him down. ]

My clothes? But — they're mine!

[ At the same time that Angel's protests jump out, so do Denji's, his voice rising with incredulity, in spite of the warning he received earlier. So what if Powy gets into his laundry all the time. That's Powy, that's different from sharing his things with another guy. It's also different when he's being demanded to by Aki. Then again, is the alternative that Aki share his stuff with him? Because he also doesn't like that idea very much.

Denji eyes Angel, the sweet exhilaration of doing something praiseworthy having capsized, like how a leaking boat at max capacity might, coldly sinking to the bed of his stomach. His gaze switches to Aki, briefly, hoping a little that he'll have a change of heart, remember all the nice things he's done for him this evening and say, "Actually, it's perfectly fine that Angel is covered in street dirt."

When that doesn't happen, he slinks off to his bedroom, mumbling something about how his clothes aren't covered in anything and that he did his laundry yesterday like he was supposed to. After a couple minutes, he comes out with… a pink knitted sweater, red shorts embroidered with a little impish devil in the corner (think

), and striped socks. These are absolutely not Denji's clothes. ]

Umm, I did Power's laundry yesterday, too. I think he'd probably fit into her stuff.

[When Denji wanders back out with the clothes, Aki has turned on the lights to the kitchen and is pouring some water into a glass - Angel's request, since he had to walk so far tonight and for what. To get whined at by a half devil. Angel, himself, raises his eyebrows high at the clothes he comes out with which Aki doesn't see immediately due to being in the kitchen proper. Angel reaches out to take them, looking each one over with slightly raised eyebrows. When Aki finally realizes what he's brought out, he opens his mouth to snap at Denji that he obviously can't wear something so feminine, but Angel speaks up first.]

Is this the kind of stuff you wear on your days off?

[He's sort of teasing Denji now, but it's still his neutral tone without any emotion. The sweater, at the very least, is more than passable, so he drops the other two items on the ground and slips that on over his head as Aki starts to say something about how Denji needs to get him something more proper. As he pulls his arms through the sleeves he looks over himself. His hair, he tugs out of the collar of the shirt but his wings are stuck below it, giving him what looks like a large hunchback if not for the feathers spilling out from below the hem. Thanks to the hump in the back, the rest of it fits him somehow and doesn't bunch or seem too long on him. He turns slightly in the sweater, then looks at Denji with the same raised brows.]

You wanted me to wear this? [For you being the unsaid but implied words. More slight teasing. Aki just sighs and mutters something about finding him some clothes in his room.]

[ It looks better on him than on Power.

Denji's expression cools. Well, it's as cool as someone so used to thinking with that furnace he has for a head can manage under the weight of Angel's stare. Which is weird, annoying, unnerving, discerning — but most of all, it's confusingly provocative.

And he can feel it on him as he moves to pick up the articles of clothing he'd discarded. ]

No.

[ One answer for both his questions. It comes out quiet, as if Angel had scorned him instead of indulged him. Denji wanted to keep his clothes for himself. He wanted Aki not to have to share his. He wanted to embarrass Angel a bit, like a schoolyard bully trying to show the new kid where he stands on the food chain. Why the hell would he want to see the way Angel's hair pulled free from that wrinkled shirt collar, usually so unkempt, yet for a second bunched up elegantly in his dumb baby hands, revealing the slim slide of his nape?

He doesn't really want to leave the two of them alone for long, so instead of tossing the clothes back inside his room, Denji balls the them up. Stuffs them between the toaster and the rice cooker. Then, he moves to dismantle the tower he'd painstakingly put together, aiming to withdraw one of the beers he'd arranged at the foundation, nearly punching Aki with the way he shoves it at him whenever he returns. ]

Hey, I picked these out! Have one!

[ He put a lot of thought into choosing his favorites. ]

[It's pretty clear that Chainsaw is displeased about something, though Angel isn't sure with what. Unfortunately for him, no one's ever been able to really bully someone who cares so little as Angel. The sweater's actually pretty comfy, though. His wings flutter and pull against the collar as he tries to manuever them out of it but Aki tells him not to, that he'll stretch it out, to just give him a minute and he'll find him something else - and then Denji is shoving the surely non-alcoholic beer at him and he looks down at it, surprised.]

Yeah, those were hard to get. [Angel speaks up as Aki looks at it closer, now in the lit-up kitchen, and just as he begins to realize this is actual alcoholic beer, his eyes shooting to Denji with the very clear look he gets pre-scolding, Angel continues,] I showed them my ID card and they let me buy it. Since I'm probably way older than all of you combined.

[Aki looks at him like he wants to rebut this, that it clearly can't be the case, but Angel is instead looking at Denji, a sort of, Don't fuck that up, okay? as he works at pulling the back of the sweater over his wings. He should really just cut holes in it or something.]

But Chainsaw-kun said this is the kind that you like to drink. So he picked it out. I thought they all tasted the same.

Y-Yeah! [ Denji agrees without a hitch of hesitation, receiving Angel's silent messaging through wide eyes, then swiveling around to furiously nod at Aki. ] It'll go really good with the ice cream! And the cake!

[ He digs out each from the pile as he names them in rapid succession, as well as plates and utensils, feeling a little crazed, a little unmoored, in his eagerness. He isn't sure why, and he definitely doesn't want to poke too deeply through that can of worms. The only thing he knows is that maybe this is like a sorta truce from Angel, an assurance that he isn't trying to encroach on anything of his in this delicate ecosystem he's made a home of, that the food in the fridge is still his, his shirts still belong to him, and the people here…

They'll stay the same, too.

Denji doesn't take that the gesture for granted, even though no less than a minute ago, he was unsuccessfully trying to posture and peacock. ]

So… you're welcome, [ he ends on, after plating some of the food. The ice cream is looking sad and half-melted, but whatever, it's still Aki's preferred flavor, right? That's what matters. ]

[Aki still doesn't quite look like he believes this whole thing about Angel using his ID but he can't figure out how else they would have done this. He doesn't think Denji would steal this much stuff... Would he steal anything, anyway? He seems pretty happy with his current ability to earn a salary and it's not like he has finances to keep track of... He'll have to work this out later.]

[But since he only made a plate for Aki, as if he's somehow the target of all of this or something, Angel starts none-too-inconspicuously unboxing the skewers they got before, since they were good and he'd like some more now, thanks. If he's going to be eating, it seems like enough to allow Aki to accept the plate of various sweets and even though he thinks it'll give him a stomach ache in the morning... He accepts it along with the beer, finally telling him, You should have something, too. I can't eat all of this.]

So, if I was gonna stay the night... [Angel slowly slides down the edge of the counter to take a seat on the ground, taking the balled-up shorts and socks with him that he grabbed from beside the toaster.] Where would I sleep?

Oh, yeah…

[ A quick look Aki's way, in case he's got a superfluous and fussy opinion on the prospects of Angel staying here, but he seems to be chewing, so Denji carries on with a reach for one of the jam jars. Blueberry. ]

The floor in front of the TV is comfy. [ The lid to the jar is suctioned on there tight. Annoying. He takes one of the spoons he brought out for everyone earlier to twist the tip under the edge. ] Plus, ah — [ There goes the spoon, dropping to the countertop, then off it to the ground, with a clatter. But it seems to have done the trick because the lid comes off. Head reclined, Denji tilts the jar toward his mouth, just barely avoiding putting his lips around the edge to allow a few slops of the jam to fall in. He licks his lips, as well as some droplets of the stuff that have erred down his fingers. ] You can fall asleep while watching movies and stuff. Those naps are the best. I do it all the time.

[ Also, though he can usually tell by the heaviness of the footsteps, who's home and who's not, he kinda likes being nearby and waking up to see Aki slide into his room. Sometimes he'll even nudge him awake and tell him to move to his proper bed. ]

[Aki still doesn't seem like he's keen on the idea of Angel staying the night, even if he went out and did all this with Denji of his own volition (honestly he's still surprised about that). In the meantime as Denji considers where he can sleep and comes up with the floor in front of the TV while drinking jam like it's some kind of soda... Angel looks between him doing that and Aki taking a drink from his own can of beer and thinks this household isn't so different from one another as he thought.]

[Still.]

I don't wanna sleep on the floor. Even my cell has a bed. [It's more like a cot but it's still off the ground.] ...Should you really be eating it like that, anyway?

[That clues Aki in to look at Denji and see him with the jar of jam and... Right. "Don't drink it like a soda," he tells him, like he doesn't let him do that all the time. "And he can... I don't know... Can't you and Power fit in one bed for the night?" Power sleeps pretty much on top of him anyway, right...?]

[ He was just taste-testing! He didn't even drink that much from the jar, there's plenty leftover. Denji makes an annoyed sound, half-tempted to knock back the rest of the jam instead of sliding the lid back into place the way he is. The only reason he doesn't do precisely that is because he doesn't need to be contracted with Future to foresee himself dripping jam and juice all over the ground where Angel is still sitting. He already did Power's laundry once this week, he doesn't need to be guilted by her in doing it again. ]

That's fine, I guess. I'll text her to watch her step so she doesn't, y'know, step on his face when she walks in. [ He wiggles a hand out to Angel, a silent prompting for him to pass one of the skewers. ] You don't snore, do you?

[ Denji does. So does Power. Good luck. ]

[Angel still looks displeased with this situation, though he gives up one of the remaining kebabs to Denji.]

They'll end up touching me in the middle of the night. [His gaze goes up to Aki instead.] Don't you have space?

[Aki raises his eyes to the ceiling, like he's trying really hard to figure out a way to shut him down, but... He does have an extra mattress pad that could pass as a futon, so it could work... Angel seems to key in that this is Aki losing the ability to deny him and begins stripping his socks off.] Good, then I'll sleep in there, instead. You smell more normal, anyway.

[Is that a complement... Aki isn't sure. He doesn't deny Angel the right to sleep in his bedroom, but he doesn't look thrilled about it, either. But Angel points out,] I thought he said I was supposed to make you stop crying. [To which Aki points out, "I'm not crying," but the point is still made.]

[ A smile briefly surges to his face when he receives the meat skewer only to promptly hook downward again at the movement of this conversation. They're going to share a room? And he's being called smelly out of nowhere?

Denji takes a bath everyday, he does his laundry like he's supposed to, he remembers to wear shoes when he knows he's going to be walking outside, yet Aki's never invited him to sleep on his futon. He has his own room and he doesn't even like the douchebag, but still…

Sniffing at the inside of his collar, the line of his brow furrows as he follows their fluid exchange. How easy it is. How Aki already looks a little brighter than before. He can't help but think to himself a second time: But still. ]

But you were…

[ Crying, that is. He's mumbling around the meat in his mouth, not really trying to be heard at this point. He takes another bite, then another. The skewer was better when it was fresh and hot off the grill. Ah, well. It's still food, and it's still something better to have in his stomach than the strange pit that's sunken in there. He tosses the empty stick into the trash. Moves to the sink to rinse his fingers.

He only pipes up again once the faucet is turned on, as if he feels more comfortable speaking having some background noise overlaid his voice. That way he can't hear the nerves teetering in the way he talks. ]

Are… you two really gonna sleep in the same room? Isn't that kinda naughty?

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