[ Aoba leans back in his chair, ignoring the way Ren perks up, tilting his head as if he's about to comment on the fact that his heart-rate has increased a little, and his brain pattern has gone a little off kilter. He does feel kind of loopy, but only because the knowledge that he's on Touma's mind enough for him to call him while they're both at work is.. really nice, actually.
Aoba flushes even further at the offer, mouth already planning to refuse even though his heart knows Touma probably wont let him. To complete the set his brain scans through the stock he checked that morning, the stock of Ren's parts, thinking about the replacement sensors for the pads in his feet, since the one on the back right is looking a little run down and will need switching out in the next few weeks. Since they're purely cosmetic, they're not too expensive. ]
You know you don't have to do that.. but, thank you.
[ He fiddles with his thumbnail on the desk, feeling like a girl in high school on the phone to her boyfriend. It's all very cringy, but Aoba can't feel anything other than loved, and suddenly all the more excited to see Touma that evening. ]
[Via his coil, he sends his information over, which is essentially a blank check made out to Aoba for "Ren maintenance. :)"]
We're a little busy, yeah. Lining up commission-slash-collab work with another company. But I'm more or less done with what I have before I go looking for more. Gonna eat and then see if anyone wants help. From how things seem, I may have to do some "bring work home" things, eventually, but nothing that should interfere with any private time in a negative way.
[He's said before that he likes to help promote the products by cooking something to compliment it in many ways, after all, and therefore boost sales of not only said product, but of other commodities as well.]
I'm so bad, not getting food right now and instead talking to you~
[ Aoba idly starts filling in the online form, inputting some of Touma's personal details from memory - his full name, date of birth, delivery address, etc - and transferring the rest from his coil.
He props the phone on his shoulder, pressing it into his ear as he works, listening to Touma's voice and the background noise and imagining him sat at his desk in his suit and tie, leaning his chin on his palm, thinking about his boyfriend. It makes him smile. ]
Mm, I can always come over while you do some of this work at home. I don't mind keeping you company.
[ Aoba has been encroaching more and more on Touma's private time as of late, after all, so the comment about it felt a little directed toward him. Especially if it involves Touma's cooking, which he's certainly a fan of. And speaking of food.... ]
Don't let me stop you from getting lunch if you're hungry, though. [ Aoba finishes up the form, hits save and then send, and settles back in his chair. ] What are you thinking of having?
[It's a pretty accurate mental image, minute the chin-in-palm, actually. Right now, all he's doing is fiddling with a pen on his desk while he talks, the audio of his coil hooked to an earpiece he's wearing.]
I think I'd like that - no, I know I'd like that, though I'd feel guilty, I think. I know what you'd say, and I know what I'd say - "spending time with you isn't a waste of time" yeah? But I'd still worry if you got bored.
[He idly rolls his pen on his desk, and now has to resist the urge to rest his chin on his palm.]
As for lunch, I brought bento from last night's leftovers. Fried carrot, egg and portobello mushroom rice with ginger sauce and chicken breast. The rest of it filled up with a fruit salad of halved blackberries, blueberries and strawberries with a syrup made of orange and vanilla.
...If you have any deliveries my way, I can deliver some of this to you, too, if you'd like, after your work is over. I still have leftovers to go through.
[He sends a picture of it to Aoba as well - and to Aoba's personal number. It's a more elaborate arrangement on the plate to make it look colorful, and as expected, Touma has a bottle of sweet tiger beer right next to it in the shot, too.]
I sent you an image of what it looked like when I made it last night. Interested?
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Date: 2018-09-02 05:03 pm (UTC)Aoba flushes even further at the offer, mouth already planning to refuse even though his heart knows Touma probably wont let him. To complete the set his brain scans through the stock he checked that morning, the stock of Ren's parts, thinking about the replacement sensors for the pads in his feet, since the one on the back right is looking a little run down and will need switching out in the next few weeks. Since they're purely cosmetic, they're not too expensive. ]
You know you don't have to do that.. but, thank you.
[ He fiddles with his thumbnail on the desk, feeling like a girl in high school on the phone to her boyfriend. It's all very cringy, but Aoba can't feel anything other than loved, and suddenly all the more excited to see Touma that evening. ]
How is work? It sounds kinda busy.
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Date: 2018-09-03 07:45 am (UTC)[Via his coil, he sends his information over, which is essentially a blank check made out to Aoba for "Ren maintenance. :)"]
We're a little busy, yeah. Lining up commission-slash-collab work with another company. But I'm more or less done with what I have before I go looking for more. Gonna eat and then see if anyone wants help. From how things seem, I may have to do some "bring work home" things, eventually, but nothing that should interfere with any private time in a negative way.
[He's said before that he likes to help promote the products by cooking something to compliment it in many ways, after all, and therefore boost sales of not only said product, but of other commodities as well.]
I'm so bad, not getting food right now and instead talking to you~
[He's not sorry about that, either.]
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Date: 2018-10-10 08:17 pm (UTC)He props the phone on his shoulder, pressing it into his ear as he works, listening to Touma's voice and the background noise and imagining him sat at his desk in his suit and tie, leaning his chin on his palm, thinking about his boyfriend. It makes him smile. ]
Mm, I can always come over while you do some of this work at home. I don't mind keeping you company.
[ Aoba has been encroaching more and more on Touma's private time as of late, after all, so the comment about it felt a little directed toward him. Especially if it involves Touma's cooking, which he's certainly a fan of. And speaking of food.... ]
Don't let me stop you from getting lunch if you're hungry, though. [ Aoba finishes up the form, hits save and then send, and settles back in his chair. ] What are you thinking of having?
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Date: 2018-11-05 10:22 am (UTC)I think I'd like that - no, I know I'd like that, though I'd feel guilty, I think. I know what you'd say, and I know what I'd say - "spending time with you isn't a waste of time" yeah? But I'd still worry if you got bored.
[He idly rolls his pen on his desk, and now has to resist the urge to rest his chin on his palm.]
As for lunch, I brought bento from last night's leftovers. Fried carrot, egg and portobello mushroom rice with ginger sauce and chicken breast. The rest of it filled up with a fruit salad of halved blackberries, blueberries and strawberries with a syrup made of orange and vanilla.
...If you have any deliveries my way, I can deliver some of this to you, too, if you'd like, after your work is over. I still have leftovers to go through.
[He sends a picture of it to Aoba as well - and to Aoba's personal number. It's a more elaborate arrangement on the plate to make it look colorful, and as expected, Touma has a bottle of sweet tiger beer right next to it in the shot, too.]
I sent you an image of what it looked like when I made it last night. Interested?