raspberrylemonaid | Call me Out post!

[Hanging with Neku had been one of the best things in Beat's life. Not only had it really helped him chill and be more confident in himself, but Neku didn't expect anything but to just... relax.

And the more it happened, the more Beat realized he was... really liking his time with Neku. He loved it when they were all together again, but it was the best when it was just them.

Plus his stomach had started doing flipflops and he might be slow but he knew what that meant. Or, figured he did.

Which is why he was a little fidgety when he finally showed up at the ramen shop, plopping down into the chair opposite Neku.]

Sorry yo, fer bein' late. Kinda had to do some stuff last minute.

Don't worry about it.

[It's just starting to shift from Warm to Hot outside, enough so that Neku has started wearing JotM jerseys and other things that seem to swallow his shoulders more often then not. But in here, while not cool, it's a least *dim*- a relief from the blazing sun.

Neku notices the fidgeting, and taps Beat's leg with his foot]

...you good?

[Beat doesn't even feel the heat, mostly because he's a sun child and he's used to it, but also because he's almost uncomfortabley warm from thoughts anyways.

The touch to his leg almost has him shooting out of the chair, giving Neku a wide eyed look before scrubbing his face.]

Yeah bro, he good. Jus' thinkin' stuff that got him all jittery, you know?

[He's always honest, especially to Neku.]

You order yet?

[Beat jumping makes HIM jump a bit- damn this whole casual contact thing was hard. He always felt like he was doing it wrong some how.]

Not way, if I did you'd just steal half my food.

Wow yo, you got me all wrong dude!

[The tease helps him relax again and he huffs in play indignation and gently kicks Neku under the table.

Though of course he would have.]

You wanna get the norm or shake it up a bit?

[he kicks back in turn, but no more then that- he doesn't wanna start a battle]

What, you got something in mind?

Aight dude, stick wid me, it gonna sound weird. We blow this place fer now, go an' get some dogs an' nuggets, then we come back an' join 'em wid the ramen! Chilli dog ramen an' chicken nugget ramen!

[No Beat that sounds disgusting.]

[...]

That sounds awful.

[But he's fighting back the urge to laugh, eyes crinkling up]

What no c'mon, bet it'll taste awesome!

[He's all for it, leaning across the table towards Neku, trying to bring him into this disgusting conspiracy.]

[Neku hides his face in one hand, shoulders shaking. God, if they did that Doi would ban them from ever coming back]

This is such a bad idea...

[He finally taps a finger on the table, as if noting a check they didn't even have yet]

Okay fine- but only if you pay. I'm not putting down money to get sick.

[For some reason the shoulders shaking and the fact Neku is trying to hide a laugh makes his stomach clench.

It's CUTE.

And his grin goes from ear to ear when Neku agrees.]

HA! It's a date yo!

[He's already up and heading for the door before he realizes: yeah that's what that feeling is.

Shit.]

[Neku is kinda glad that Beat is already up and moving- because Neku himself stiffens, his hand still on his face and hiding some of his blush. Not ALL of it, and a bit of pink still lingers if Beat looks back and as Neku stands as well.]

You REALLY gotta watch what you say, man.

[He doesn't look MAD- just embarrassed. Beat was always saying dumb things without thinking. It means nothing]

[It's okay, Beat's slowly turning red. Though, because Neku doesn't look mad, he doesn't apologize. He just tries to play it off.]

What bro, don' wanna date me?

[NO OKAY THAT MAKES IT WORSE.]

[Neku catches up, and swats at his arm]

I don't date.

[That's not a... no?]

[It didn't hurt but Beat still rubs his arm, looking half shy and half amused.]

You ever been asked yo?

Not really...?

[He looks about to sulk- and if he was wearing his collared shirt he'd be half tucked into it. He DOES fiddle a bit with the cord of his headphones, though he doesn't put them on, leaving them on his neck instead]

I mean, a couple girls tried doing the whole shoe locker thing back in middle school. But screw them it's not like they actually knew me, so I just ignored them. They... stopped trying pretty fast.

[That makes Beat frown a little, then throw his arm around Neku's shoulder, leaning on him a little playfully.]

Hey yo, no whiny face. Damn right wid screw 'em! Gotta know yer dude before you wanna get widdem! Can't go fer 'em jus' cause they cute!

[He pushes Neku's head down a little, growing mortified. Please mouth please stop.]

[He grunts at his head being shoved, grumbling at being manhandled. But with Beat he was kinda used to it]

Oh my god Beat, shut up.

[He knows Beat is just trying to make him feel better (right?), but this is getting to be too much]

Yeah yeah yeah sorry yo, I'll shut it.

[Because now he's too shy to say shit all, shoving his hands in his pocket and kinda dragging his beanie down. Though it doesn't hide how red his ears are.]

[Now that he's free Neku can notice more of Beat's embarrassment instead of just his own.]

... hey. Thanks though.

[He's still not GOOD at this, but he's trying]

[Loudest throat clear in the world]

Pffft dude, don' mention it.

[He's trying not to say it but Beats biggest issue has always been letting his mouth run first.]

Jus' so you know bro, I'd ask you out.

[Ffs.]

No you wouldn't.

[He's not mocking Beat- his tone was bland and straightforward. This is a forgone conclusion to Neku]

[Neku you and your emo. Beat snorts, looking more confident.]

So would dude!

[He turns, arms crossed and brows arched- as if he has Beat over a metaphysical barrel]

Then why haven't you?

Whatchu think I jus' got done doin' dude?!

[One beat, two and OH. Oh Neku actually wanted him to ask him out, like, with words.]

Uh... wanna go out wid me like.. fer real?

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