doppo's blinking rapidly at the sudden kiss at the back of his hand, still not registering the ring hifumi's making him wear (or the fact that he just called him his "beloved) as he's dragged away to the front desk, and when the words "newlyweds" and "honeymoon" left hifumi's stupid, sexy mouth --
okay. now he's gone from wide awake to being utterly confused and shocked and what the fuck -- ]
H-Hifumi, what are you--
[ he's quickly interrupted by the receptionist though, who's grinning ear to ear at these "newlyweds" as she presents the hotel's honeymoon promos to the two men. true to hifumi's words, these sure do come cheaper than the usual rates: a honeymoon suite that's overlooking the beach, complete with free breakfast and other posh amenities available in the resort.
did hifumi plan this? or was this entirely on a whim? probably the latter, since doppo doubts that hifumi in his host mode has any fucking room for braincells in his noggin. still, jesus. he gulps, eyes nervously darting to hifumi while holding his hand back in a vice grip. ]
Ah, y-yeah. Honeymoon. Just got... married. With him. Somehow.
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doppo's blinking rapidly at the sudden kiss at the back of his hand, still not registering the ring hifumi's making him wear (or the fact that he just called him his "beloved) as he's dragged away to the front desk, and when the words "newlyweds" and "honeymoon" left hifumi's stupid, sexy mouth --
okay. now he's gone from wide awake to being utterly confused and shocked and what the fuck -- ]
H-Hifumi, what are you--
[ he's quickly interrupted by the receptionist though, who's grinning ear to ear at these "newlyweds" as she presents the hotel's honeymoon promos to the two men. true to hifumi's words, these sure do come cheaper than the usual rates: a honeymoon suite that's overlooking the beach, complete with free breakfast and other posh amenities available in the resort.
did hifumi plan this? or was this entirely on a whim? probably the latter, since doppo doubts that hifumi in his host mode has any fucking room for braincells in his noggin. still, jesus. he gulps, eyes nervously darting to hifumi while holding his hand back in a vice grip. ]
Ah, y-yeah. Honeymoon. Just got... married. With him. Somehow.
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