[Takasugi is way too happy about this visit. Is this what he looks like every time he decides to invade Rinne's privacy? Rinne finds that he's often kept the man waiting. He just thought that maybe Takasugi would appreciate him being prompt for once. Not that he's ever been late to practice... Only when Takasugi wants to surprise on a whim.

Can Rinne assume this was a whim, too? It's not like Takasugi to dress so casually. He recalls what he told Takasugi that one sleepless night, when the man had entered his room to ask for a favor. It was impulsive. Reflexive, even, when he thinks about the exposed skin and how shame swept across his face as he remained in Takasugi's proximity and thought about the things only family were allowed to see and meant to do. But Takasugi isn't family, so maybe this isn't about that.

Rinne keeps his tone light.]

I know you're the generous type who acts like he's got a trust fund, but you can't seriously mean all of what's yours is mine. Even you need to live, doncha?

[Don't you? Seriously.

But it's true that he almost changed his mind. He's in the usual: a tank top underneath a loose dress shirt open enough for everyone to see the simple necklace he's had since his birthday around his neck, with jeans as comfortable as they can get. Nothing that looks like he thought about too hard, but nothing egregiously thoughtless either. He just didn't think his invitation would be that effective.

Rinne grins.]

Call it fanservice. Just like what you're doing with that getup, yeah?

[He winks, just to tease. But really, there's something up with that... He hopes Takasugi will explain, but he knows he won't.]