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Bell Peppers
Bell peppers.... I hate bell peppers.
That wasn't something either of them expected Tachibana's drunk self to come up with, while being gobbled up by his luscious hair. Even if it worked.
Lying in bed that night, with a full belly, a mild headache and absolutely no sleep, Tachibana replayed that single line again and again. Which proved to be an absolutely useless way to wait for sunrise. So he came up with other things that could hit Jinguuji hard, for the next time. Just for being prepared, mind you. Okay well, more of a timepass. Definitely not a daydream at night kinda hobby, no siree.
Many other things that would hit Jinguuji hard enough to make him believe this whole isekai world was just a dream (charming powers be damned). Nothing but a drunk exasperated fantasy. Make-believe. Figment of Imagination.
Things like, ohh: I could write sonnets about the depth of your chocolate eyes.
Or... Everytime you have to save me, I feel my pulse pounding in my ears. But everytime you succeed, and I feel it somewhere else after.
Even - Your laconic lines about gender fluidity makes me wanna puke, because I am apparently a fool for such brooders now - would have done the job perfectly fine.
Anything would have been better than freakin' bell peppers.
But no, if there was only one thing Tachibana was best at, it was being the man of the middle ground. Or, woman now. Whatever.
He rolled over to look at his roommate/saviour/bff, wondering how this wonderful specimen of a human has stuck by his side for 25 years, and didn't seem all that keen on letting go even now. Snoring so cute in the opposite cot, fluttering that one untameable lock of hair that always fell to his forehead, even in sleep.
That peaceful sight was enough to calm Tachibana's racing mind, finally giving in to his body's fatigued cry for rest. The last thought before slumber claimed him was that they were going to have a proper vacation, once the Demon King was defeated and the meddlesome Goddess was once again put in her place.