Let’s walk in the noise of love.

【ネタバレ】ドラマダログ、ミンク漫画 Artist: し゛ い

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Koujaku paused mid drag then, the whites of his eyes widening at that sudden response. The smoke in his throat caught, itching and making him cough through the sandpaper texture.

“Gah-! Don’t say shit like that…!”

                              …. It was true though.

That response had warranted a good chuckle out of Noiz as he looked at Koujaku with amusement laying beneath his green eyes.

“That’s not usually something I lie about. I’m quite the honest man, don’t you think?” His voice held a light teasing tone in it as he spoke. He then took a few steps towards his lover before stopping just next to him. He reached out a placed a finger onto Koujaku’s chest before making idle little patterns. His eyes turned cat-like and sly.

“Unless...you want to try it out to recall how good it really is?” He murmured softly. “Right here. Right now.”

….. Well, he didn’t believe him for one second. He’d be very careful to use that word now, knowing Noiz, it was probably something entirely too disgusting to mention in front of his friends.

“You see, this is why no one likes you.” He grumbled, turning back to his cigarette to take another drag. “How did we end up dating again…?”

He let out a chuckle. “I suck a good dick.” He let out without a single drop of doubt or hesitance. “That’s how.”

Okay, he looked confused at that last part. Noiz was in a different generation to him, and of course being from a different country and race didn’t help the matter either. The two of them sometimes -inevitably- had these communication errors.

“Fap…?” His brows pinched curiously, complete with a slight tilt of his head. “What does that mean?”

Cue the shit eating grin. This time, however, he at least had the courtesy of hiding it for just a grin. 

“It means what it means. Alright, next question.” As the great Tommy Wiseau once said.

“Hey!”

By the look on his face, it was almost as if Noiz had just cursed his entire ancestry. Woah. That was too deep. You can’t threaten a hairdresser with their deepest fear.

“…. That was uncalled for.” So much huff.

Noiz folded his arms and rested against the counter with a lean. He shrugged a little once more for added effect. “It wasn’t, though. You’ll definitely go bald if you do so much to it. It’s like how your dick might break if you fap for too many hours.”

Such wife.

“Uh… I have a lot more hair on my head than you do kid.” Koujaku exhaled around the words, blowing a plume of white smoke in to the city’s night air. “And every single strand on my body is far more maintained than one of yours.”

Noiz sighed a little at how ridiculous Koujaku got with his hair. As expected from a hairdresser...yet Noiz himself couldn’t see himself getting obsessed over helping people with technology or business. Some people really had their passion, apparently. 

“That’s because by the time you reach thirty, you’re going to go bald like a dog during shedding season.”

“Because I prefer to make my own.” He replied curtly, tutting as the milk plopped over on the table. “Besides… There’s a stereotype about Europeans being hairy. That one is definitely true.”

Standing up, Koujaku sighed and stretched his arms above his head before moving to the window. He fished in to his deep pockets to pull out his carton of thin cigarettes and set one between his lips. “You shouldn’t look at those kinds of magazines. You’ll go blind.”

Noiz’s eyebrows curled up into a light frown at the accusation. “Yeah? And you’re hairless sans your crotch, if you wanna play the stereotype game.” 

The magazine comment had made him scoff a little as he tipped the milk over again before making his way towards his big lug of a boyfriend. “You’re blind already then.”

“…… I don’t know what kind of convenience markets you’re visiting, but the local one doesn’t sell porn.” He deadpanned, crossing his arms in that ‘I’m so done with you’ way.

“Milk makes you sick? Aren’t Europeans practically in love with cows?”

Noiz shrugged. “There are porn magazines in there. I peeked before.”

He tipped the milk bottle over onto the table just to be a jerk. “I’m not part of your racist stereotyping, Koujaku. If that were the case, why don’t you ever bring sushi home?”

“What took you so long?” Koujaku looked up as Noiz walked in, frowning heavily. “Do I need to hold your hand every time that we go out?”

“Yeah, because you’d probably get lost in the porn aisle.” He responded as he dumped the milk on the table. 

“By the way, milk makes me sick.”

▐▓╟ 小賢しい青 :: 

He wasn't going to let Aoba's words go. "I don't know what you mean then, I only know what I know." He said before realizing Aoba was done with the topic and was changing the lyrics to probably focus on the song rather than Noiz. What a shame.

He sat and watched as Aoba began singing in Japanese. It wasn't bad, it was definitely better than his English, but the lyrics of the song was what made it funnier. Before, when it was in English, Noiz could only understand about a little over half of what Aoba was truly saying, but now with the song being sung in a language he was more familiar with, he couldn't help but snicker loudly at the blue haired male.

"I'm sure this song speaks to you in many levels, Aoba."

"……….."

He honestly didn’t know how to react to that. It wasn’t often that he was told that his company was enjoyed and, for some reason, instead of making him particularly happy, it just made his chest tighten a bit. He also flinched when Noiz reached over to ruffle his hair but he caught himself immediately and awkwardly tried to play it off. 

"Y-yeah, well…..I-I’m not here to be his replacement or anything…"

If he was, however, as least then he’d feel like he was being /useful/ instead of just wasting both their time. 

"Well yeah, I know that. You're definitely not my brother." For one, Noiz knew for a fact that his own little brother was tame and rather quiet about his needs. He never voiced his own opinions, unlike his older counterpart. He and his brother differ in so many ways, but it could have just been because of how their parents had treated them both as children. Noiz had been locked away while his younger brother was slowly being molded into the child their family had always wanted.

"For one--you're a huge brat and a challenge, but... I guess I never said I didn't like it."

As Aoba rounded the corner he was just in time to see Noiz barreling towards the display. Aoba went to shout out at him, but before he could even take in a breath the deed was already done. Various snack boxes spilt and skidded across the smooth tile floor. Aoba slapped the flat of his palm over his face already fearing the worst was going to happen. Surely many people had seen that and of course many of those eyes were on the two of them; including the shop keeper.

Lowering his hand with a blush of embarrassment, Aoba made his way over to Noiz and pulled his cart back a bit, still letting him stay on it because like hell Aoba was going to be able to pull him out of there if Noiz didn’t feel like getting out. Aoba wasn’t weak by any means, but trying to pull a nearly full-grown man from a cart on wheels wasn’t the easiest task even if you were muscle-bound. Aoba didn’t feel like risking any more trouble than what they’d already caused and bowed deeply before the shopkeeper asking forgiveness and trying to give an explanation for Noiz’s behavior. The best he could really go with was that he was a foreigner since he didn’t want to insult Noiz when the other could obviously hear and understand him.

To Noiz’s delight Aoba picked up the fallen boxes of pocky and put them in Noiz’s cart, promising he’d pay for the trouble and they’d be leaving now. So much for the rest of the groceries on their list, but he could always go to another store. Hopefully this one wouldn’t have actual rolling carts. Once the items were paid for Aoba pushed Noiz out in the cart made a motion for Noiz to follow him, the blue haired male shielding his eyes from the on-lookers and gossipers as they exited the store.

"Thanks a lot Noiz," Aoba muttered over to him with a glare, "Be lucky if they ever let me in that shop again." Of course Aoba was overreacting but one could see his point… well… Noiz was debatable.

Noiz had followed along like a small child following their mother without a care in the world. He didn't see what all the fuss was about. He could have easily paid for ten of those stands and buy out the whole super market chain. He didn't see why Aoba needed to bow his head for the manager or why people bothered staring at them.

He walked silently with the bags in his hands as he followed with Aoba down the street. He wasn't sure where they were going, but judging from their lack of food, Aoba might end up going to another shop for more food.

"Why did we have to leave?" He finally asked, breaking through the silence. The question had long since plagued him since they had left the store, after all. "I mean, we could have just bought what we needed and paid for the damages." Whatever little damages there were, that is. One cardboard stand wasn't going to put the shop out of business, that's for sure.

▐▓╟ 小賢しい青 :: 

Could Aoba get any more amusing? Noiz could have laughed his ass off by now, had he been able to. The image of Aoba singing in a shitty accent combined with his face being a deep red, in contrast to his hair was rather amusing. No--it was more than amusing, it was fucking hilarious.

"You did tell me to go fuck myself." Noiz reminded the blue haired male once again of what he had said. He liked taking Aoba's words and twisting them, it was a fun habit.

"Ngh—"

He let out a rather unattractive sound as Noiz squeezed his nose, as he’d been in the middle of getting ready to say something again, then his face suddenly reddened and he /glared/ at him. 

"I-I was talking about my /height/! No—- /All/ of that! And…..don’t lie to me…. I can’t break your heart when you hardly even /like/ me."

After all, they hardly knew each other yet and Beta wasn’t one who believed in ‘love at first sight’. 

"I never said I disliked you." Noiz answered on the spot rather quickly. It had been the truth, after all, and he was definitely one to be blunt about things. The smirk on his face was unwavering as he looked down at the smaller blond.

"I took a liking to having you around. It reminds me of my brother." Again, Noiz reached over, but this time it was to give Beta a nice hair ruffle.

"Yes! Noiz-san I came right to you! As fast as I could too."

The blond stared at Clear with confusion. "What for? I never called for you."