calledshotgun | [rp] You've Been The Only Thing That's Right

Okay, so at least Yuusuke can tell by that Koenma isn't mad at him (at least, not yet, but he probably will be if the teen keeps messing with his lover.

Yuusuke opens the box and puts it on top of the paper the prince is currently stamping. "A present," he declares. It's a simple little ring, gold and well-crafted it looks.

Bad move, Yuusuke. Koenma pulls the paper up shortly after the box has been settled down, halting for a spare second in his motion to the other pile before he realizes he's flipped the box. He sighs, as if put out by having to stop, but reaches to right the toppled box and stare, for a short moment.

"A ring? Are you proposing to me?"

"Hadn't thought of it like that," Yuusuke says curiously, looking dangerously thoughtful. Marriage. A demigod and a mazoku. There was a match made in the three worlds. The spirit detective could give a damn what others thought of his relationship with the prince, but he didn't want Koenma to get in trouble (something he'd had trouble with in the beginning - with his dad in prison for falsifying endless reports about demons wreaking havoc, who was left to ~~spank~~ get Koenma in trouble?).

"What if I was?" he asked, a little grin on his face suggesting he's still thinking, and the thoughts have taken a dangerous turn.

"If you hadn't then why are you presenting me with a gold ring? You are aware you're not even doing it according to human convention, if that's what you're up to?" Not that he would trust Yuusuke to stick to what was expected of him or even.. you know, remotely usual. After all, he'd proposed to Keiko in order to keep her from being mad at him how many times, now? Still, he looks dubiously at his partner, unsure of how he felt about this, if he's at all honest with himself. (Either way, he still had people he had to answer to until he took his father's post, thank you!)

"I don't like that look on your face. That's a plotting look."

Wait, you asked a question, Yuusuke?

Nevermind that look.

"What if I was proposing to you?" he echoes his question stubbornly. The gleam in his eye is a familiarly stubborn one, and the little grin that follows isn't joking so much as excited with the prospect of the answer he might get. He leans in just a little more as if to prompt a response.

"... I'd wonder what the hell you were drinking or smoking before you got here, firstly." And then, a little less terse and joking. "And I'd wonder what the hell brought that on."

After all, it wasn't every day that someone proposed to a demi-god, now was it? He wasn't even sure if a proper wedding was required.. considering... well it's awkward to basically marry God, okay?

Yuusuke fishes about in one of his pockets, procuring a pack of cigarettes. "The usual," he says with a straight face. "But nah." He shoves the cigarettes back, resisting the urge to leave one out and light it. He returns his attention to the demigod. "It's not a proposal. I figure our love is enough without havin' some piece o' paper to make it official. Besides, who's officiate when you're basically God?"

Yuusuke grins. "It's just somethin' for you to think of me by when I'm off on your missions or at a tournament or somethin'."

Koenma frowns as he sees those, hating the habit of smoking that the teenager keeps up, but he doesn't really have room to tell him to knock it off. It wasn't like cigarettes could really affect a demon, after all. "Well, that's what I was thinking of. I can't officiate my own ceremonies." That would be... sufficiently strange to suit Koenma, but still....

"You do realize that I'm usually with you at tournaments and watching your missions, right?" So they're never truly apart.

Yeah. And it's a brief flicker of respect that keeps him from smoking up the prince's office.

There's a faint and strange smile that comes across Yuusuke's face at Koenma's comments. "Yeah," he says, considerably quieter than before. And while there's no discernible change in his mood, something is definitely different. Just for that moment.

"I just thought it'd be nice. You can throw it out if you don't like it." This isn't really going as planned, but the only affect it's having on Yuusuke seems to be an increasing craving for one of the cigarettes in his pocket.

Ah, it looks like he might have pushed his sarcasm a little far, hm? He seems to understand, at times, when that quietness means that he's done something wrong, pushed too far. So he's quiet for a moment as Yuusuke tells him he can throw it out, looking over the gold band once more..

And then he pulls it out of the box, slipping it on to his finger and seeing how it looks. "You chose the right size... is this the right finger?"

"Ah, I guess." Yuusuke shrugs. "Whatever finger it fits on."

He stands up straight, hands in his pockets. "I'll let you get back to work." He offers a little grin, making a motion somewhere between saluting and tipping an invisible hat. He turns for the door, then an afterthought stops him.

"That mission next week - you sure you wanna go? Kurama and Hiei and I can handle it..."

"So it fits accidentally?" Gee, Yuusuke, way to make it seem like you were on the fly, here. Still, he looks at the ring on his finger for a moment longer, admiring the simple gold band on a finger that was all important for humans and wondering if he'd made the right decision, here, to make that connection so tangible.

"Yes I'm sure, Yuusuke." And then, after a moment... "Where are you going?"

Another unhelpful shrug, and that trademark boyish grin he used to get himself out of little things. "You're busy, right?" he says. "I was gonna go. I don't want one of your ogres -- or you -- after my head cause you didn't get finished in time."

He laces his fingers behind his head. "I thought I'd go catch up on my training." (When is he not training in his free time that he'd need to catch up?)

"You train all the time." He states flatly, watching Yuusuke with a slight suspicion about him. Why are you so eager to flitter off and away from him now that he's wearing that ring, Yuusuke Urameshi? He gestures to a seat next to him, off handedly.

"Come sit down. As long as you aren't distracting I won't have to kick you out."

Well he just figured he was being a bother and in this rare moment he didn't want to annoy his lover. He thought his lover would appreciate the silence, rather than want him to stay. Especially after not seeming to be in the greatest of moods. But, if Koenma wants him to stay, he won't argue. He turns the chair around and pulls it closer, straddling it and folding his arms across the back to watch his lover work.

"I wouldn't be as good as your spirit detective if I didn't," he rationalizes. "Then what use would you have for me?"

He... might just feel a little bad for how dismissive he'd been earlier, and a little more fond of the teenager after the whole ring giving situation. It was hard to tell Yuusuke no, a good majority of the time, anyway. Especially after he'd been sweet enough to pretty much give him a wedding ring, right?

He gets back to his stamping and signing, turning to look at Yuusuke briefly as he asks the question. "Well you could just be a bed cushion, for me. There when I want you and all.."

Oh haha Koenma, very funny.

"I know you like a firm mattress and all, but I don't think bones and muscle make much of a comfortable support." Yuusuke grins a little though, to show he recognized the prince's ~~attempted~~ joke. It took a special sense of humor to understand Koenma's, and Yuusuke had it. Maybe he had learned it or maybe he was just a fan of silly humor (both, probably). "That might agitate your case of stick-up-ass that occasionally flares, though."

Oh is that him moving the seat back just out of swatting reach? Yeah, it is.

"I'm not talking to sleep on." More like with, but he's sure that Yuusuke at least catches his drift without him actually coming out and saying it. They both had strangely off the wall sense of humor, and while Yuusuke's was more silly than Koenma's, they at least bounced off of one another well. Well, sometimes, when Koenma was in the mood for it.

"Shut up." He swings his stamp back, hoping to tag Yuusuke. Though, when he misses he flicks a glance over his shoulder, glaring at him. "See if I let you anywhere near my ass if you keep talking like that."

"Well in that case..." The teen grins and moves back a little closer. "I'll be good," he promises. Don't mind those crossed fingers, Koenma.

Yuusuke leans on his folded arms again, and settles in once more to watch his lover work. It's hard for the fighter to keep still, so it's only a few minutes before he asks, "Did you wanna do somethin' when your done, or...?"

"You're full of it." He comments boredly over his shoulder, stamping the next few papers rather quickly. Once he gets in to a rhythm this all becomes a lot easier. Not any more entertaining but at least there's a rhythm to getting finished and getting the hell out of here to do something more interesting.

"What were you thinking of..?" He doesn't turn away from his work, but Yuusuke is probably used to that, the Prince speaking to him but not looking so that he can get his work finished faster.

"Probably." Yuusuke grins. He settles into watching with a bored expression.

"I dunno. Just thought I'd come up here and give you that. I didn't have anything else in mind." He thinks to suggest some sort of lewd activity, then thinks better of it, given Koenma's mood when he arrived.

"You were really just going to ditch a ring on my desk and then go and do whatever?" He gives him an almost disbelieving look but.. then again, this was Yuusuke. He didn't know why he'd even thought to expect anything else.

"I don't know why I was even surprised."

"I hadn't planned on it," Yuusuke corrects. "I just hadn't thought that far ahead." Then again, that really shouldn't be a surprise anyway.

"You got much more to do?" He peers at the 'in' pile.

"So operations as usual." He sighs, shaking his head. He didn't know what he had expected, to be honest, though maybe he'd thought that the teen would have planned this sort-of-proposal a little bit more fully.

He looks at the same high-stacked pile Yuusuke was looking at, and then back to him.

"Are you brain damaged?"

Yuusuke isn't the best boyfriend when it comes to being romantic, sorry. He's good for occasional, spontaneous things, but for the most part he's somewhat oblivious.

The teen scratches the back of his head and offers another grin. "Probably." A shrug. "I dunno, sometimes you fly through those piles. Thought I'd ask. But if you're gonna be a while, I'ma smoke one."

"Do you have to smoke those things? They make your mouth taste strange.." Hey, any excuse to complain about it huh? He couldn't complain on account of his health, considering his demon side but... he could pull off the fact that it didn't make him smell or taste any better than he did when he was fresh from a shower or just... fresh from a battle.

"It's a human habit," he explains with a little shrug. "I've got some gum on me, but if you don't want me to smoke, I won't." (Right now anyway.) "But you better hurry up with that paperwork, mister." Yuusuke shifts his position a little. "Hoe many of those do you actually have to look at?"

"I'm aware it's a human habit. And it makes you smell like a dumpster." And he doesn't like it, damn it! It may give Yuusuke a sort of bad boy appeal - but being a demon and dating a demi-god kind of did that all on its own. But from there he's back to his papers, muttering to himself every now and then about how Yuusuke would like it if he was saddled with all these papers, etc. But at least he's settled back to work.. ?

Which means they'll be done faster.. ?

"They're not that bad," Yuusuke says, but he sounds as if he's not entirely sure of himself. He holds the pack in his hands, inspecting it as if to judge for himself while Koenma gets back to work.

Eventually he puts the pack back in his pocket without taking one out, and he settles in once more watching.

...He's not sure how long he can watch this, Koenma.

"Yes they are." Don't bicker with him, mister. He's not in the mood to put up with it at the moment, trying to blaze through his paperwork. Eventually he finally picks up a good pace, going silent as ogres pass by occasionally to take stacks of papers or share a passing word with the demi-god or his spirit detective sitting near by. They've been clued in, but were also told expressly to not question him about it too often, not wanting to deal with all the cooing and story mongering ogres usually did when they had time for idle chatter.

"Not too long, Yuusuke..."

Fine, fine. Yuusuke doesn't say anything else on the topic. No point in making Koenma more cross than he already apparently is. The teen finds himself passing time by watching Koenma's hands work, the way the new ring occasionally catches the light. It's hard for the spirit detective to sit still, but somehow the fairly methodical and rhythmic back-and-forth of those delicate hands is enough to lull him into not paying attention to how much time is passing.

At least until, well, every time they were interrupted. It doesn't bother him for the most part, the ogres are interesting enough, if not sometimes overly curious.

No matter how often Koenma made it very clear that being nosey was a one way ticket to a spanking or something like it, occasionally someone got a little too nosey for their own good. He doesn't know what it is that drives them, but damn is it annoying. He just wants this much privacy - this much to himself when it comes to sharing time with his boyfriend from time to time.

It was bad enough that even being in this relationship, sometimes, caught him hell.

Eventually, though, Koenma sits back with a satisfied sigh, an ogre shuffling by to pick up the finished pile of papers. "Ready to get out of here, Yuusuke?"

"Been ready," Yuusuke answers, mustering as much self control to not snark about just how ready he was to get out of this office. He stands and stretches his arms above his head as far as possible, then swings them a bit.

"Whatcha wanna do?"

Koenma just chuckles, standing and stretching himself, moving to crack his back. "I don't know. Did you have your mind set on anything while you were just sitting there?"

"Oh um." Yuusuke looks like he's thinking hard for a moment, then gives up in a shrug. "Nah, I was spacing out." He moves to step behind Koenma while the other is stretching, and sneak his hands around his waist. The teen leans in to steal a little ear nibble. "I just watched you stamp papers for a day and a half--" Jeez, Yuusuke, exaggeration much? "--so I think I can handle about anything."

"... You may need a few more brain cells to rub together if you spaced out that much, instead of thinking of something to do." Hey, at least he's honest about these things, right? Still, the demi-god lifts his shoulder with a little laugh as Yuusuke nibbles at his ear, giving him a little shove anyway.

"Since you waited I was going to let you decide."

"Shallow end of the gene pool and all that." Ironic, coming from one of the strongest demons in the three worlds - in the public eye, anyway.

"You know what I like," Yuusuke answers. Which means he's one 'iunno, whadda you wanna do' from throwing Koenma down and having his heated way with him.

[rp] You've Been The Only Thing That's Right

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