[ the way to jyuto's office has become so familiar to akira by now that he could make his way over blindfolded, following the hint of tobacco smoke beneath the tang of auguste's sea breezes, all the way to a quaint building tucked off the main street in mizarea. jyuto's office is on the second floor at the top right, with a convenient balcony he can drop down onto from the roof. it's not the first time he's picked the lock, neither is it the first time he wonders when jyuto will finally change it out for a new one.
it's dark when he steps quietly into the office, but the pinched stub of a cigarette leaning against the edge of the ashtray on his desk suggests that jyuto will likely return. papers are still scattered on the wooden surface as akira settles into the plush leather of jyuto's chair, kicking his feet up onto the corner unoccupied by reports of some kind; he may have a disregard for most things, but he isn't completely rude.
there's no calling card for him to leave today, and he's lost count of the times he's dropped by jyuto's office for no particular reason at all. maybe he just likes to see the brief look of surprise on jyuto's face when he opens the door, one that softens into something more resigned as he fights a smile. he likes that look on him, likes ruffling that controlled composure on the surface to pick at what lies beneath even with the threat of getting caught.
curiosity killed the cat but temptation brought it back, etc.
for now, he lights the end of the cigarette with one of jyuto's lighters, taking a drag from it and letting the smoke curl out towards the small crack he left from the balcony window. something he knows jyuto will likely spot before he even reaches the office. ]
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it's dark when he steps quietly into the office, but the pinched stub of a cigarette leaning against the edge of the ashtray on his desk suggests that jyuto will likely return. papers are still scattered on the wooden surface as akira settles into the plush leather of jyuto's chair, kicking his feet up onto the corner unoccupied by reports of some kind; he may have a disregard for most things, but he isn't completely rude.
there's no calling card for him to leave today, and he's lost count of the times he's dropped by jyuto's office for no particular reason at all. maybe he just likes to see the brief look of surprise on jyuto's face when he opens the door, one that softens into something more resigned as he fights a smile. he likes that look on him, likes ruffling that controlled composure on the surface to pick at what lies beneath even with the threat of getting caught.
curiosity killed the cat but temptation brought it back, etc.
for now, he lights the end of the cigarette with one of jyuto's lighters, taking a drag from it and letting the smoke curl out towards the small crack he left from the balcony window. something he knows jyuto will likely spot before he even reaches the office. ]