How I keep finding myself in a similar predicament is unbeknownst to me, but I don't necessarily mind it. It seems like these past few days of full rest are all accompanied by Kanoe with his arms around my waist. All I can do for now is just let him be. That is, unless he starts dreaming about something he shouldn't be thinking about. In which case I will proceed to kick him out from under the blanket and abandon him in the cold.
I don't think I'll have to worry about that for now, he hasn't done anything perverse or unflattering just yet and I hope it stays that way.
"You awake?" I stirred and curled my legs up to my chest to warm them, Kanoe stole the majority of the blanket and left me partially uncovered.
"Mmn, damn you... you stole the blanket again." I yawned, blinking the heaviness out of my eyelids.
"Still tired, are we? I'll give you the rest of the blanket, get some more rest." His words flew straight over my head, but regardless of that I closed my eyes anyway not caring what he said.
I have to admit, it was a lot colder without him behind me. I buried myself deeper into my blanket cocoon and forced myself to go back to sleep, relying solely on the lingering warmth grazing my back, indicating he was there only moments ago.
It didn't last long, but at least I got in another 30 minutes of sleep before it became obvious that any more rest was impossible.
I somehow managed to stay in my cocoon and get into an upright position so I could walk around, so I took a stroll into the mini-kitchen to check the cabinets for food.
Hmm... coffee, bottled water, hot chocolate packets... there's nothing interesting in here.
I felt rather disappointed, I guess we'll have to go out and eat today. I'm aware that the mafia wouldn't kill us in broad daylight but I still didn't like the idea of being in public with them hot on our trail.
I walked back over to the couch and sat down, now aware of the faint sound of running water coming from the bathroom. I heard the water turn off and moments later Kanoe opened the bathroom door.
"Oh, you're up. We missed breakfast hour in the lobby, so we're gonna have to eat out today. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Kanoe walked over to the bed where our suitcases were and opened one, trying to find a decent pair of clothing that wouldn't be too big on him. What was interesting was that I haven't ever noticed how fit he is until now. I could clearly see the defined muscle on his arms and abdomen. I mean, anyone would be surprised to see an immortal with a six-pack regardless of the gender.
"What are you lookin' at?"
I adjusted my gaze up until I noticed Kanoe directly staring me down with his arms crossed and brows furrowed.
"Uh, I never noticed you had a six-pack before... or any muscle really." I let out a nervous laugh, I really f*cked up.
"This is literally the fourth or fifth time you've seen me in a towel, not to mention you were about to run an autopsy on me a couple weeks ago. How could you not notice?"
"I'm not some perverse middle aged man with a corpse fetish, why should I care about your build when you were supposed to be dead?"
"Is this some kind of not-so-perverse way of getting back at me for looking at your towel yesterday?"
"What?! No way, I just hadn't noticed you were this.... well fit... and I guess I got caught looking. It means nothing."
"News flash, straight guys don't stare at other guy's V-lines for an excessive amount of time."
"Are you implying I might not be straight?"
"Hey, I'm just saying it could be a possibility. It's up to you and how you really feel about it."
Not... straight? Is it really possible that I might not be as straight as I thought? I've never had a girlfriend, and to be honest I can't really see myself with one. But to be honest, how would I know if I've never had those sort of thoughts towards the same sex?
"Hey, stop thinking about it so hard. You can question your sexuality later, just get dressed so we can go eat." I turned my gaze over to Kanoe for a moment.
"Yeah, you're right."
I unwrapped my blanket and walked over to where he was digging through clothes.
"How about this one?" Kanoe asked, holding up a black t-shirt that had a stick figure pushing another one off a cliff and said "sometimes we all need a pat on the back".
I laughed at that.
"Yeah, but you'll need something to go with it..." I rummaged through the trunk eventually pulling out some light blue denim jeans and some black fingerless gloves, "Put these on with that shirt and you'll look awesome."
"How do you know so much about fashion?"
"It's a natural talent, jealous?"
"Actually, yeah. Back when I still had my own clothes I just put on an old t-shirt and some ripped jeans."
"That's not a horrible outfit, what wrong with it?"
"My t-shirts all have holes and I don't wash them regularly."
"... you're gross."
"If I'm gross, than you're lazy."
"I'm not lazy, I just enjoy doing nothing."
"..."
"..."
"Wow."
"Shaddup, now help me pick an outfit."
Kanoe shoved his hands into the suitcase and pulled out a random shirt.
"I'm not good with fashion, find something that works with this shirt."
The shirt he picked out was my light blue and white sweater vest, which meant I needed to find my white collared undershirt for it and a good pair of jeans. I dug out my black skinny jeans and added them to the outfit.
"There, is that good enough?"
"What do you mean by 'is that good enough', it's perfectly fine."
"Fine, I'll take your word for it. Just get dressed already, your abs draw too much attention to themselves."
"You mean too much attention from you, right?"
"Just. Get. Dressed."
"Okay, okay."
I took off my hoodie and buttoned up my collared shirt, pulled the sweater over my head, and slipped into my jeans. I made Kanoe go over to the other corner of the room so I could minimize the possibility of getting stared at, he still watched anyways.
"Can you stop gawking at my body and focus on covering your own for 10 seconds?"
"I can't help it, you have a nice frame."
I was starting to get pissed off by this guy, he had some nerve thinking he could watch me change without consequences.
"Shut up and change or you can kiss your bed goodbye, I can and I most definitely will kick you out if you continue to piss me off."
"Yes, sir!"
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We ended up just walking to a nearby coffee place and picking up a couple lattes and a chocolate croissant, both of us were silent the entire time. Well, except for when this one five year old asked if we were a couple. Kanoe just laughed as I stood there like a deer in the headlights for an entire 15 seconds.
"You are the worst person I've ever met."
"Can't you come up with a more creative insult?"
"You want creative? Fine. You're a perverse narcissist with an appalling fashion sense, illiberal tendencies, and you are very uncouth."
"Wow, that was a lot of big words. Mind dumbing that down for me?"
"I called you a self-centered, narrow-minded, ill-mannered, pervert with a horrible taste in clothing."
"Oi, I'm not horrible at fashion! I picked out my own shirt today!"
"That's because I don't own any bad shirts, if I had something like a zebra stripe shirt from the 70's then I bet you'd pick that one."
"Mnh, so mean."
I rolled my eyes in annoyance towards the comment and pulled off my sweater, unbuttoning my collar in addition to the previous action. I was well aware this would be a tease for Kanoe, but I wanted to get back at him for not denying the kid's question on the walk back.
"That's not fair."
"What? Is unbuttoning my shirt collar a sin now?"
"... yes. It is."
"You said you wouldn't hit on me, so I can do whatever I want and you can't stop me." I stuck my tongue out at him and crossed my arms like an upset child would do.
It didn't matter to me if I looked immature, I was in a hotel with my roommate, not in front of an audience on stage or on live television. I could act how I wanted to with no boundaries, because I wasn't embarrassed around Kanoe.
"I guess you have a point there, I can't hit below the belt."
"You make it sound so dirty, how do you do that?" I asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"It's my secret ability, I can make anything sound incredibly perverse if I tried to."
"Damn, I'm jealous. If I had that kind of skill, I bet I'd be swarmed by chics 24/7."
"Nah, no way. More like swarmed by predators looking for a snack."
"Hey! Are you saying I can't be manly?!" I puffed out my chest in a failed attempt to look intimidating.
"No. I'm saying with a gene pool like yours, you'd attract more sadistic predators than babes. That is, unless one if those babes happens to fall under the red flag category as well."
The look I recieved after saying that, was unequivocally the most terrifying and sadistic glare I had ever recieved in my 198 years of existence. It was like he was contemplating exactly how he wanted to end my miserable life right there and then, it reminded me of how a starving wolf would look at you if you had poked it with a stick.
"So... you're telling me that you think I'm a magnet for masochistic perverts such as yourself and that the only way I'd be able to date a chic is if she were under that category?" Oh sh*t, sparks were flying. I could practically taste the venom in his voice.
"N-no! Of course not! You're a total chic magnet! No questions asked! I was wrong! Please don't murder me!" I was now pleading for my life, I don't believe in god but if there is one I could REALLY use some help right now.
"That's what I thought."
It was like he had suddenly just flipped a switch, now he was back to reality and decided to discard the remaining venom in his tone.
"Oh! Right, we need to buy you new clothes. We've got all day, do you wanna just go now?" I shielded my eyes from the blinding light of his smile.
"Uh, sure?" Miyazaki sprung off the bed, pulled the sweater back over his head, grabbed my hand, and tried to drag me out the door.
"Wait, hold on! Your collar isn't buttoned properly." I said, making him stop in his tracks and turn around.
I pulled him in closer so I could button up his shirt.
"There, now just try not to drag me off into oncoming traffic. I'd like to not die today."
"Sorry, I haven't ever had a shopping partner before so I guess I got a little excited."
"No, no, it's fine. All I'm asking is for you to not kill me today."
"Deal."