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Oh you think King Aquila is so great? Well guess what he's the first Luxuror. Canceled. No we're not rebuilding the statue again not even if the Liberator cries.
Flynn likes Nanashi's eyebrows. They're all scrunkly! They make him look extra cool and fierce! When he smiles the eyebrows are a charm point!
Then one day Nanashi buys a new wig that doesn't cover his brows. He decides that since he's already doing the rest of his face he might as well shape his eyebrows too.
When Flynn sees he gets all quiet and sulky and sad, which for him is standing in one spot and staring off into the distance, the picture of melancholic contemplation. Life has once again taken something precious away from him, woe is Flynn.
The next morning Nanashi asks Asahi if he can borrow her eyebrow pencil. No he can't just wait to go out and buy one later in the day, he has to draw his eyebrows back in before Flynn wakes up. Shut up Asahi stop laughing.
Steady
Flynn can hold a sword and shoot a gun no problem but is clumsy at smaller, more delicate tasks like baiting a fish hook. This was never an issue growing up because Issachar was always there to help him, hand reaching out while Flynn fumbled. They were thick as thieves, Issachar helping Flynn so he wouldn't fall behind in his chores, Flynn personable enough to always get them out of trouble. He will always associate fishing with the peace and contentment found in his childhood.
Nanashi was a sickly child growing up, so wasn't expected to do the more physical chores other children did in the shelter. Instead he was tasked with taking apart small relics, which led to an interest in understanding how relics work and what life was like before the apocalypse. He probably would've ended up as an apprentice to the relics repairman if it wasn't for Asahi pulling him along in her dream to become a Hunter.
Now when Flynn goes fishing it's always Nanashi who comes along. Nanashi reads while Flynn fishes but always pauses to bait his hook when needed. It's a peaceful reprieve from the dangerous lives of a Hunter and a Samurai. They don't talk much on these retreats, but the ripples of the lake and the steady pressure of Nanashi's back against his is enough for Flynn to wish for these moments to last forever.
Flynn watches while Nanashi fixes relics. He sets up a record player then sets the music to play low, so low that he'd still be able to hear someone walk past outside. Nanashi works and the only sounds are the gentle clinks and tremors of old things being taken apart and the music that Boss had passed onto him. He doesn't ask anything out of Flynn except his presence, enough for Nanashi to lift his guard and fall into the familiar pattern of dismantle, diagnose, fix and reassemble. Flynn can't take his eyes off him when he's like this, caught on nimble hands and relaxed shoulders and a focused gaze, clear and steady. Quietly they sit, ankles brushing beneath the table, and Flynn thinks I think I can fall in love.
Flynn: Nanashi, can we try role-playing Casualry x Luxuror? I'd prefer to be the Casualry.
Nanashi: ...you want me to pretend to be Navarre?
When Flynn and Nanashi were getting together they were all nervous and embarrassed with flirting and went about it in different ways.
One time Flynn asked Nanashi out, apologized, flirted with him, apologized again, tried to justify it by saying the flirting was a defense mechanism in life-threatening situations, then apologized. Flynn's talkative when he's nervous but most people don't notice unless they're familiar with him because he can fib with a perfectly straight face. Flynn tries to flirt and his mouth opens and suddenly the memory of the next 30 minutes is gone. All he knows is that he managed to make Nanashi laugh a few times and he clings onto that.
Nanashi can't keep a straight face. It turns red when they're close and he struggles to look Flynn in the eye. He has trouble saying lovey dovey stuff and holds back because he's afraid to look uncool, he can't yolo it like Flynn. Instead he relies on small, deliberate actions like brushing his shoulder against Flynn's, adjusting his coat, playing with the sleeves. Nanashi doesn't think it's much, but inside Flynn is squeeing.
Their prime first dates spot is the Kinshicho bar, there's food and a terminal nearby and Nanashi lives right there. This whole song and dance happens right in front of Asahi while she works. After the third date she starts to water down their drinks whenever they sit at the bar.