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Right, right.

[goes to retrieve his bag, reluctant to leave but also understanding the situation.]

Later, Sensei.

Be safe on your way home~

[He'll have to straighten up his desk and do teacherly end of week things before he heads out.]

[it's saturday evening when Crowley emails him.]

Are you busy?

Not particularly.

[What a straightforward approach. Not that he can comment.]

Could I maybe come over, then?

Wear something nice♥

[oh my god

what is that supposed to mean

but he asks for Felid's address without fishing for clarification, then spends a good amount of time fussing about what he'll wear

...When he shows up at Felid's door, it's wearing nice slacks and a simple white dress shirt, only fancier than the school uniform because he's wearing it in a casual setting.]

[He opens the door and smiles. He's in something a little nicer than he wears for school, but it doesn't really look like dressing up on him. He holds the door open for Crowley without a word and closes it behind him.]

Would you like something to eat, Eusford-kun?

[it only takes him a second to realize he hadn't eaten before coming.]

-Oh! Sure.

Tea?

[He'll move to the kitchen. He most differently in his own home, quieter and more gracefully, but more flamboyant too. He's a reserved, pretty, upstanding teacher at school, popular and irreproachable. He'd never sway his hips or wear dangly earrings or silk.]

[He heads to the kitchen, one which looks very impeccably neat, and starts water to boil, getting out little snack sandwiches and cakes. From a fridge that seems to only be barely stocked, if Crowley peeks.

Tea would be great, thanks.

[He leaves his shoes by the door, but follows Felid soon after, caught between noting the differences in his behavior and looks and noting things like that bare-bones fridge. And you'd better believe he notices.]

[Maybe he just eats a lot of takeout? But he sets all the things on a tray and takes them to a floor table, setting them out.]

You wore something nice. What do you usually go out in?

[He's simply taking note of all the information available to him. What it means can wait.]

You asked me to. I would've shown up in jeans and a hoodie, otherwise.

How urban.

[He sets tea and the snacks in front of Crowley, leaning on the table to watch him eat.]

[tea and snacks!!]

That's a way of putting it. You won't eat too?

I've eaten. But if you feel lonely~

[He pours himself some tea.]

Don't force yourself either, okay?

That's kind of you. You know after a while one has to start watching their figure.

[He does sip the tea though. It's normal never to have seen him eat, since presumably he eats lunch in the teacher's room, but he does seem to be perfectly willing to drink his tea.]

I wouldn't worry too much about your figure, Sensei. You've got that in the bag.

[it is normal! and that's not keeping it from being taken into account. he's gathering any bit of information that could be relevant, and leaving actual judgment until he has enough of it.]

Why thank you~

[He leans forward to looking Crowley over, not at all subtle as his eyes rake down his figure.]

Speaking of figures, you're growing well into yours.

[...flushes, but smiles confidently regardless]

Ah? Thanks for the compliment.

[What a cute student. He sets his tea down, reaches over to run his fingers through Crowley's hair, gentle for a moment before his fingers tighten and he pulls him roughly into a kiss.]

[It's a surprise, but he adapts easily enough, rising so it isn't such a stretch and bracing himself with hands on the table, kissing back pretty much immediately]

[It's deep and hot, and Felid is honestly presses by how fast Crowley adapts. It's tempting to shove him down on the floor and crawl on top of him right here, and he's rather amused at himself for the teenage impulse before he lets go.]

[He's smiling, breathless and flushed when the kiss breaks.]

You surprised me, Sensei.