One on One - Resting in a Rose Pedal (Closed!)

(Which one exactly, senpai?

(Our other O/O.)

Okie

"You look sorta dapper." Indra said, flexing his fingers to strain his gloves back into place. "I'm sure you can get a lady if you want… Or a dude… Or whatever else you're into." He assured him.

Carrio shrugged. “I’m not really looking out for that sort of thing. I just want to stay busy so I can have a nice relaxed life after work.”

"I'm sure that kind of thing would help." Infra suggested, receiving his food. "If y'know what I mean."

Carrio hummed. “I know it would work. It’s just something my family does. But if someone’s interested in me, I’ll settle down with them.”

"That's wise." Indra continued. "So what exactly is your type?" He asked , hoping he didn't pry too much.

Carrio shrugged. “Dunno. I’ll probably settle down with a guy. Or a woman, I dunno. Both’s fine.”

"I get it. In fact I was kind of thinking the same thing." Indra says. He was thankful that he was too ashen pale to blush.

Carrio lifted up his boba and sipped from it. “Convenient,” was his only comment.

Indra began to finish his re-election noodles gingerly.
"So what music do you listen to?"

Carrio sipped his boba again. “I wouldn’t say no to a good jazz number. You?”

Yeah, jazz-rock is my number one. " Indra replied. "In fact, I actually know how to play jazz on the piano."

Carrio raised an eyebrow. Perhaps Indra wasn’t as bad as he thought.
“Really? I play the tenor saxophone.”

(HAH!)
"We'll have to do a number together." Indra said, looking him straight in the eyes.

Carrio’s gaze didn’t waver. “I suppose we do.”

Indra chuckles.
"Why don't you bring your saxophone, then… And I'll bring my piano." He was joking , honestly, but if Carrio said yes, he'd be down for it. Pianos aren't normally portable, but when you can bench press a car that's not an issue.

Carrio raised an eyebrow. “How about we meet up at your place? The piano sounds hard to lug around.”

Carrio raised an eyebrow. “How about we meet up at your place? The piano sounds hard to lug around.”

Carrio raised an eyebrow. “How about we meet up at your place? The piano sounds hard to lug around.”

"It's not that hard to lug around, but it's a pain to through the door. And I can't just walk around with a piano on my back, now can I." He mused.
"So my place it is."

Carrio rolled his eyes. “You could’ve left the fluff out. Just have said yes, at my place.”

"Fluff?" Indra questioned, oblivious.

“You were just showing off, Indra. There’s no reason to show off for me, I assure you…”

"Okay…" Indra said, confused. He finished his noodles. "When should we head over there?"

“I don’t care,” Carrio supplied, finishing off his boba.

(Time skip or nsh?)

(Yih)

Indra's bike pulled into the apartment complex parking lot.
He killed the motor, waiting for Carrio to pull up. He folded his arms.