(Think I’m gonna timeskip a lil)
That night, Akira was too exhausted to go get food, so he just curled up on the couch with a blanket and a few broken granola bars he had bought from the airport. They weren’t good, but would sustain him until the morning where he could then actually go out and buy groceries.
He picked up the remote, looking to the TV with a cocked head as he tried to figure out what to watch.
Carefully he peeked up over the couch, looking to see if Fio was there. Upon the coast being clear, Akira started sifting through extremely cheesy romance movies. He’d never admit he liked them to anyone aloud, but he seemed to be alone at the moment. So why not?
(alright!)
Fio was indeed not really there, and remained gone until halfway through the movie, when he appeared quietly in the kitchen, blinking in confusion. He had not meant to appear, but appear he had, and now he wasn't quite sure what to do about it. He didn't say anything, not wanting to disturb Akira.
Meanwhile, Akira was close to crying on the couch. He had seen this movie twice already, but it still got his heart every time. He was a total softie, but never wanted to admit it. Guess he didn’t have a choice when Fio appeared, but Akira was too occupied with the movie to even notice.
Fio blinked, cocking his head as he came over. His steps were silent, since his feet didn't really touch the ground. He watched the movie through slightly narrowed eyes, trying to make sense of waht was going on.
Out of the corner of his eye, Akira spotted Fio and nearly fell off the couch. He jumped out of his skin, letting out a small involuntary yip. He immediately paused the movie and wiped his eyes, unfurling from the blanket.
“Uh, hello,” he said, sounding extremely nervous.
Fio looked at him. "Hello." he greeted slowly. "I'm sorry for interrupting you, I did not choose to appear." he managed a faint smile, eyes flickering from Akira to the TV. He knew what a TV was, he had seen the technology change from radios to tube TV's and now these flatscreen things, along with cell phones and tablets and god knows what else.
“It’s totally fine,” Akira replied, clearing his throat and regaining his composure. He leaned back, closing out the movie on the TV and glancing back up to Fio.
“I wasn’t doing anything really important,” he mumbled, cheeks flushing red as he thought of the movie, and how much the ghost could have seen.
Fio nodded a little bit. "What movie is this?" he asked curiously, leaning his elbows on the couch and looking down at Akira.
Akira gave a tight laugh, looking from the television back to Fio sheepishly.
“Would you believe me if I told you it was Mission Impossible?” he asked jokingly, shrugging slightly and pulling the blanket off to the side. He untucked his knees from the couch, sitting up instead.
Fio cocked his head. "I…do not believe it is." he replied slowly, looking at Akira and seeming mildly confused.
The boy gave a small sigh, tapping his leg with the remote.
“It was, ah, Love Simon?” he said timidly, glancing around the room. “Not sure you’ve heard of it… but I like it.”
It was clear the words were hard to get out for him, but this was a ghost… so it didn’t really matter. He was still trying to figure out if Fio was even real or not.
(I’ve never made irl references in rp’s before but I’m rolling with it lol)
(lol)
Fio thought for a moment, then shrugged. "I do not think I have, but I am not well versed in your modern movies." he replied with another little shrug.
“What kind of movies do you like?” he asked, seeming to be getting slightly more comfortable. The scare had worn off, and the nervousness was going right alongside it. “I mean, we could watch it, if you want?”
He blinked at Akira. "I do not…watch movies, really." he replied. "They were not widespread when I died, and I have not…well." he shrugged.
“Makes sense,” he mumbled. “What… time are you from? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”
Akira had so many questions, but figured one at a time would be least overwhelming.
"I died in 1923." he replied, looking over at Akira. "If that answers your question." he didn't seem to mind answering the question, but then again it had been about ninety years since then.
“Ohmygod, then I have so much to get you caught up on,” Akira mumbled, then fell silent the moment he realized what he had said. He let out a nervous breathy giggle as he patted the side of the couch next to him.
“Uh, what I meant to say was, care to join me? I.. Do you like romance?” he asked, then added quickly, “Like, the genre?”
Fio blinked, cautiously sitting down. "Uhm…I suppose so. It's…interesting to read, in any case." he replied, looking over at Akira and smiling faintly.
Akita’s heart thrummed in his chest as he received the smile. Why? He didn’t know.
Was it because he was sitting next to a ghost? Probably.
Did he think the ghost was… attractive?
Perhaps.
Was he embarrassed about the amount of rom-coms showing on the TV?
Absolutely.
Hesitantly, Akira pressed a few buttons on the remote, and rewound the movie he had just been watching. Of course, he just had to have been watching a gay romance. It was just his luck.
Fio raised an eyebrow just a little bit as the movie continued, but didn't comment on it. He tipped his head to the side slightly as well, shifting on the couch.
It wasn’t long into the movie when Akira dozed off. He often kept awake during movies, but 1. He had already seen it and 2. A long day of travel didn’t bode well for him. He rested his head on the back of the couch, face content and finally in a rested expression that wasn’t just plainly nervous.
(gtg soon)
Fio continued to watch. He wasn't averse to gay romances, of course; hell, his ex boyfriend had been the one who…but that wasn't important right now. He shifted a little, clearing his throat softly and trying not to disturb Akira.
(Alrighty :)
Akira let out a small sigh in his sleep, clutching the blanket with one of his hands, then letting go, almost like a cat kneading when it was happy. He let out a small squeak as he rolled over, curling up his knees and pressing the blanket up against his face.
Fio glanced over at him for a moment, then went back to the movie. He was more engaged with it than he wanted to admit, biting his lip a little bit as he watched.
