"We'll just have to wait and see." Shinichirou doesn't sound too happy, but his arm around Nanami's shoulders is strong and comforting. Nanami sighs and lets the subject lie, settling easily into the half-embrace.
"Cosplaying was fun, though," he says after a while.
Shinichirou huffs, a sound that Nanami feels more than hears; it makes him smile. "And Sunao thought it was all my idea."
Nanami laughs silently, snuggling closer as Shinichirou's arm tightens. "You're a terrible influence, Shinichirou-san," he teases.
"Oh?" Shinichirou's breath ruffles his hair. "I seem to recall that you were the one in the bunny tail�"
The hand on his shoulder drops to his waist, then wanders lower. Nanami starts and looks around anxiously. "Shinichirou! Anyone could see us!" He doesn't say stop, though, or pull away.
Shinichirou laughs, and tilts Nanami's head up with his free hand � the other is definitely busy doing interesting things � so that their eyes meet. "Maybe you should go and put the costume back on," he suggests, and his voice makes Nanami shiver. "Not that there's anything wrong with your tail," Shinichirou purrs, and now both hands are making it graphically clear what he's talking about, and Nanami's on tiptoe and gasping.
"Shinichirou!" he manages eventually, and it comes out less scary and more moaned. "Not in public�!"
"Mmm." Their faces are inches apart, and Nanami's finding it hard to breathe as Shinichirou pushes him gently backwards towards the balcony doors. "Bedroom. Now."
"Nanami?" Shinichirou pokes his head around the doorframe cautiously; his last three questions have gone unanswered, and the last time that happened he'd had his ears singed for being rude. He's rather surprised to find Nanami standing stock-still in the middle of the floor, staring out the window with the radio playing to no-one.
"Nanami?" He approaches cautiously; there are any amount of things he's done that might deserve a scolding, after all.
Nanami has his hands clasped over his chest as though he's trying to hold something to himself. Shinichirou frowns and tilts his head, listening to the music pouring from the radio speakers. It takes him a moment, but he does recognise it. How long has it been? He doesn't question the impulse that pushes him forward, to wrap his arms about Nanami and tug him close, moving slowly to the music.
Nanami starts violently, as though he really hadn't realised that Shinichirou was even there. After a long moment, though, his arms come up around Shinichirou's neck and he melts into the embrace, swaying pliant against him as they move together. Nanami's head is tucked into his shoulder, and Nanami's body is pressed against his as they dance, if you can even call it that, around the room. Shinichirou smiles, and closes his eyes, resting his head against Nanami's, and forgets about the pile of marking in the other room.