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mc 45 rabbit ([personal profile] illmatic) wrote in [personal profile] rehabilitations 2019-01-19 03:59 am (UTC)

[First his lighter and now the cigarettes themselves; he really should be keeping track so he can run up Akira's tab sometime. The answer isn't anything he'd been expecting, takes him by surprise like just about every other small action has since the first time they'd run into each other; his brow quirks all the more, but it's clear that Akira isn't just saying that to get a rise out of him.

It's true, more importantly. He knows it just as well as Akira does. Jyuto always conducts his business with an air of pretentiousness, but what lights up his eyes when it's the two of them -- that's something for Akira, and Akira alone. It would be foolish to expect someone who spends their spare time sneaking around not to notice the little things, like the way he can't help the smiles every time he's tailing after him through the bustling town streets, the way the tension had dissolved from his shoulders when he'd sat down at the desk, the way he doesn't bother watching his posture or playing nice.]


Really, now... [Though he's not asking, there's some amusement in his voice, like he's just been told something incredible about himself that he hadn't already known. He leans forward again, arm atop his own thigh, and steals the smoke back for himself. Instead of following suit, he lets it sit between his fingers, his face hovering close enough to Akira's to feel the freshly burning warmth of his breath.] And how do I look at you, hm?

[He can think of a few choice descriptors, but nothing half as interesting as what Akira could have in mind.]

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