[Mods, please let this through. Please? It took me quite some time to write, and the only thing possibly bad about it is that there are almost fatal levels of fluff.]
I kinda just scribbled this all down in Docs and was like: Eh, to heck with it -- TO WoF YOU SHALL GO
WARNING: Much fluff.
Dustin Cutler had just moved to Tokyo precisely one week ago, and he felt as if he was going to be getting absolutely nowhere -- he could hardly say a word of Japanese, but it seemed like no one else spoke a word of English, either. At least one of the employees at his new favorite café did, but that was about it.
Until he met Kaiden.
He was at said café when it happened, giving the aforementioned worker -- named Jay Linyx -- his order. “Just the usual,” he told him as he adjusted his baseball cap, not really meeting Jay’s eyes.
“Iced latte? You got it, Dust.” The older boy (could he even call him that? the guy was genderflux, apparently, and very open about it, but Dustin was still getting used to that kind of thing) grinned, not seeming to notice how off the usually cheerful thirteen-year-old was acting.
Going over to sit at a table while he waited for his latte, Dustin didn’t notice anybody approaching him until someone knocked his fist on the table. Jumping, he looked up to see a pale-skinned boy with dark brown hair that stuck up here and there, brow raised in what seemed curiosity.
“Koko ni suwatte mo īdesu ka?” he questioned, and Dustin stared. The other kid sighed, shaking his head, and tried again. “Uh, parlez-vous Français?”
Recognizing the French phrase, Dustin shook his head. Try again, he thought to himself, though he didn’t say it out loud for some reason.
The brunet paused, as if racking his brain for another language, then asked hopefully, “Che ne dici di Italiano?”
Dustin smirked this time, finding this somewhat enjoyable as a frustrated expression crossed the other boy’s face.
“¡Oh vamos! ¿Español?” Another shake of the head. “Svenska?” Dustin just raised his brow.
He knows a lot of languages, he mused as the kid continued with his attempts, but to no avail.
Finally, the brunet slammed his hands on the table. “Are you kidding me?” he exclaimed. “Do you even speak?”
“I do, but I’m surprised you even know English, considering how widely you avoided it,” Dustin responded, amusement in his tone as he spoke for the first time in the past five minutes. “How many languages do you speak, anyways? I counted at least nine different ones, but I doubt that’s all.”
Surprise crossed the boy’s face, his eyes wide, but he shook his head, as if that would rid him of the expression, and answered with a soft, “More than twenty-seven . . .”
It was Dustin’s turn to be shocked. “Twenty-seven?” he managed to choke out. “Dude, that’s awesome!”
The brunet shrugged. “Yeah, whatever,” he said. “I’m Kaiden, by the way. Kaiden Akurai. I was asking if I could sit, if you were wondering.” He fiddled with his necklace, which Dustin had only just noticed now; an orca charm was attached to the end, its top fin surrounded by five sapphire blue circles.
“Dustin Cutler,” the curly-haired boy replied with a warm smile, “but you can call me Dust. Or Cutler -- doesn’t matter. Anyways, I don’t see why not.” Kaiden smiled, taking the seat across from Dustin. There was a pause, then the younger boy blurted, “I, uh, really like your necklace.”
Kaiden blushed. “Thanks,” he mumbled, glancing away as the pale pink turned scarlet and spread to his ears at a snort of laughter from the other boy.
“I --” Dustin was about to say something else, but the sound of someone slamming their hand repetitively against a call bell cut him off.
“Dust!” Jay Linyx called loudly, tone irritated. “DUSTIN! EARTH TO DUSTIN CUTLER! I have your iced latte! Are you going to come get it, or is Akurai being too annoying for you to ignore?”
Dustin shouted an “I’M COMING, (BLEEP)HOLE!” then turned back to Kaiden with a look that said, You know him?
“Long story,” the brunet muttered softly, biting his lip.
Dustin just shook his head. The bell continued ringing. “I better go get that latte before Jay breaks the (bleep)ing bell,” he sighed, standing. Kaiden laughed, smiling at the other boy as he hurried off to retrieve his latte.
“While you were flirting with your boyfriend, your ice melted,” Jay notified the mildly miffed Dustin as he propped his elbows up on the counter, pushing the drink towards the latter with one hand, while his right arm laid flat. The curly-haired boy blushed faintly.
“Shut up,” he mumbled, quickly snatching the -- now formerly -- iced latte from its place. The older teen just hummed, tapping his singular Steller’s jay earring absentmindedly.
As he headed back to the table where Kaiden still waited for him, giving him his apparently signature lopsided smirk, he pondered his feelings for his new friend. I just met him, but . . .
. . . could we be something more?
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