[ even if jyuto did change all the locks in the building, it's more than likely that akira would still find a way to break in regardless. he's as stubborn as he is reckless, and never could refuse a challenge when it involves something that he likes. he can at least admit to himself that his interest in jyuto runs deeper than mere curiosity by now; there's no point in hiding it when their encounters during his heists have become more unprofessional as of late. he still remembers the flushed look on jyuto's face the last time he slipped away: lips red and kiss-bruised as he watched akira escape from the broken window, hair in disarray from akira tangling his fingers into it to rub along his ears.
that was at least a month ago — the diamond necklace he'd stolen that night was returned to a young woman living in valtz, the only remaining heirloom belonging to her late mother. but no one knows about that.
his ears twitch at the light sound of footfalls on the balcony, tilting the chair back just enough to look around at jyuto. there's already a pleased smile on his face, one that makes him look younger than he is despite the smoke that leaves his lips. ]
This is only my second, [ he says, putting his feet down when jyuto starts gathering up the documents on his desk but still remains slouched in his chair. he hasn't looked at any of them; other crimes don't concern him as much as what he's hired for, and even then he tends to favor clients without ties to the empire. there will never be a universe where he doesn't play robin hood to some extent. ] Surely you can afford to lose that much, can't you, Detective?
[ of course, there's a new pack of those exact same cigarettes sitting in his coat pocket, but what's the fun in just giving it to him?
he leans his chin in his palm, elbow propped up on the armrest as his eyes track jyuto's movement across the room, watching the way his shirt stretches over his back when he pulls out the folder. ]
Do I need a reason? [ the nicotine leaves a pleasant burn, sharp against his tongue as he runs it over his lips. ] Maybe I just missed you.
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that was at least a month ago — the diamond necklace he'd stolen that night was returned to a young woman living in valtz, the only remaining heirloom belonging to her late mother. but no one knows about that.
his ears twitch at the light sound of footfalls on the balcony, tilting the chair back just enough to look around at jyuto. there's already a pleased smile on his face, one that makes him look younger than he is despite the smoke that leaves his lips. ]
This is only my second, [ he says, putting his feet down when jyuto starts gathering up the documents on his desk but still remains slouched in his chair. he hasn't looked at any of them; other crimes don't concern him as much as what he's hired for, and even then he tends to favor clients without ties to the empire. there will never be a universe where he doesn't play robin hood to some extent. ] Surely you can afford to lose that much, can't you, Detective?
[ of course, there's a new pack of those exact same cigarettes sitting in his coat pocket, but what's the fun in just giving it to him?
he leans his chin in his palm, elbow propped up on the armrest as his eyes track jyuto's movement across the room, watching the way his shirt stretches over his back when he pulls out the folder. ]
Do I need a reason? [ the nicotine leaves a pleasant burn, sharp against his tongue as he runs it over his lips. ] Maybe I just missed you.