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[heliophilic]

[Happy New Year, MoM. M is lounging on one of his couches in his apartment, a laptop partially visible in his lap.]

So how many of you have gotten one of these Instagrahm things? My boyfriend gave me grief about not having one of these--or any social media really--to talk to my "fans" with, so I figured one of my New Year's resolutions would be to give one a shot.

[The camera pans down to the laptop, where M's brand new Instagrahm "butwithpunching" (he steadfastly refused going with "officialm") is visible. It's so new that he hasn't posted anything yet. M turns the camera back up to his face.]

I guess the first thing is "add me." Or "follow me." Or whatever. That's what you're supposed to say in this situation, isn't it? Second part is a question--or I suppose a few questions...

Are you one of these people who pimps themselves out to get the most followers? Why? What do you all get out of this?

No need for the "how to" tutorial... I already know exactly how this all works. [The beauty of implants that give him an innate understanding of computers.] It's the why I haven't figured out yet.

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[heliophilic]

[But then he'd sitting there running his hands through his hair.]

Says you. I, however, know the truth.

I remember when you had a grand total of 2 internet hits. I don't know about you, but I miss those days.

[itssacrifice]

And what, pray tell, truth is that? Astound me with tales of my cruelty.

I'm pretty sure at least one of those hits had gone viral. [Hence Stormwatch.]

I liked the privacy, that's for sure. But my powers aren't exactly low-key. Someone was bound to notice eventually.

[heliophilic]

You dragged me to a craft store. That's somewhere in the geneva convention.

[Not that he minded in the slightest, but... have to be difficult somewhere, right?]

You really should start paying that teenage girl royalties for your codename.

I forgot you were the more sensible of the two of us.

[itssacrifice]

I'm sorry. Did I do damage to your tough guy image? Do I need to kiss it better?

[He doesn't mind difficult. Usually. He's pretty used to M's brand of difficulty.]

Yeah right. Should I add points for originality too?

[It might not have been a name he chose for himself, but it had been the name he'd decided to keep. Possession nine-tenth of the law and all that.]

I'm not sure how to take that. Should I be offended that you've had occasion to forget that?

[heliophilic]

Yes. You better pay up.

[Good.]

It's only fair.

[Better to be named by a teenage girl than a megalomaniac.]

I'm trying to be more normal, remember? That means forgetting things.

[Definitely being difficult today.]

[itssacrifice]

Well damn, if only there was a way for the both of us to be in the same room in a timely matter so I can make it all better.

[He grins cheekily. M isn't the only difficult one.]

Getting rusty in your old age, babe?

[heliophilic]

If only...

Life can be so hard sometimes, can't it?

[Stubborn forever.]

Just trying to be more like regular people.

[itssacrifice]

[The cheeky grin is still in full force as Andrew arches on the coach deliberately and readjusts his position to be more comfortable.

...And to offer a better view. Two can play this game.]

Life treating you hard, M? I'm sure we can do something about that.

[heliophilic]

[Low blow, love.]

And what kind of ideas do you have in mind?

[itssacrifice]

Nothing I can say on a public forum.

But if you want to finish this conversation in person...

[heliophilic]

Hmm... I could meet you at Re:Cafe. Is that in-person enough for you?

[The Midnighter: Asshole.]

[itssacrifice]

It's one of my very rare and highly prized days off, M. And you want me to go back to work? Not happening.

But when you do stop by you can grab me a latte and pastry from Kaneki. Thanks babe.

[You walked into that one mister.]

[heliophilic]

Then perhaps you shouldn't work so hard.

[A shrug.]

I was only going there to placate you. Don't need to eat, remember?

[He has his peanut butter. He's good for a while.]

[itssacrifice]

Can't help it. It keeps the boredom at bay.

[He snorts.]

I'll remember that the next time I cook something spectacular. You wouldn't possibly want any because you don't need it.

[heliophilic]

Well after learning you find working more fulfilling than spending time with me, I can't say I'm too cut up about it.

[itssacrifice]

I didn't say that.

If anything it seems like you're trying to avoid spending time with me.

[He can only be so subtle in inviting M over become it becomes a frank invitation. But they're both playing coy now.]

[heliophilic]

Hey, did I not just offer to meet you at Re:Cafe?

From where I'm sitting, you're the one avoiding me.

[Why are they both being this petty again?]

[itssacrifice]

In private, M.

I'm been trying to get you to come meet me in private.

[Even his own considerable patience has limits. He barely contains the eyeroll.]

[heliophilic]

Oh, well why didn't you just say so?

Would you like a Door?

[The golden doorway appears just off to Apollo's right, because that bit of the background was the most visible on screen.]

[itssacrifice]

[He grumbles.] Only if I can push you back through it.

[But that doesn't stop him from laying his laptop aside and walking to the door, and then through it.]

[heliophilic]

[Once on the other side, M gives him a quick peck on the cheek.]

Sorry for being difficult.

[He's smiling though, so not that sorry.]

[itssacrifice]

Uh-huh.

[He's not convinced. But that doesn't stop him from stepping into M's space and crushing his lips against the other man's.]

I had plans for us. But with that attitude maybe I should reconsider.

[heliophilic]

[M returns the kiss with zeal.]

What if I promise to be very remourseful about my past actions...

[itssacrifice]

[He hums in consideration.]

How remorseful are we talking?

[heliophilic]

[M lowers himself to his knees, face the picture of contrition.]

I'm on my knees, Andrew.

[Aaaaaaaaaand now he's smirking again.]