[ Rosho scoffs, and even though Sasara's doing the sort of job he'd expect of him, he can't stop from fidgeting with the placement of the plates and the bowls and utensils. Maybe he should have invested in plastic kitchenware instead of ceramic. Sasara's got little concern for breakable things. A thought goes in his head and he just acts on it, no consideration, pure reaction. Just one of the reasons why he finds himself baffled at the thought of Sasara ever having a job like his. ]

You're lucky I'm the one teaching and not you, then.

[ But they're both doing things that they love and that's what matters, regardless of what Sasara always says about him being a teacher. He knows he still sees him with talents he thinks he doesn't have, but that sort of life... the one on stage, he doesn't belong there anymore. Being at the front of a classroom is all Rosho can imagine himself doing now. Its tiring, but that's his life now. He's compromised himself enough.

At least he still has this. The two of them being together, being able to spend time like this. And sometimes, Sasara manages not to think only of terrible puns and bad jokes.

Rosho pauses as he puts the beers down. ]

You mean a date...?

[ Even as his heart flutters a little, his initial instinct is to say no, but he tries to think back on the last time they ever went out— no, they do that often enough. Mostly on the weekends, the days they both have free. But dates, like that time on Valentine's day... they don't do that a lot. And somehow, when you've got your own house, with enough of your hard-earned spending at hand, and you have nothing else to really do, maybe the best thing to do in unwind and indulge? The sort of thing Sasara's used to.

Like he said. Sometimes, Sasara is good for other things. ]

Nothing else has gotta be done about the house, right? So we've got time. And, its been a while... since we did something like that.

[ He looks at Sasara earnestly, pretty pleased but trying to not make it so obvious. ]

Okay.