he hasn't forgotten, the way rinne distracts from the situation at hand when things get awkward a tell takasugi is becoming increasingly used to. he was the one seeking praise, only to quickly pull back on it. he was the one who extended a hand first this time, only to immediately start criticizing him. amagi rinne stands in front of him, just a bit taller, and takasugi is filled with questions he wants to ask for a moment, as well as that familiar urge to flick him on the forehead with a finger.
for starters: what was his actual reason for wanting to spend time together?
but takasugi lets that die in this throat, more interested in studying the shape of rinne's grin than saying something so pathetic. )
Don't get ahead of yourself. I know better than anyone what it means to have fun, which is exactly why what ends up in my hand tends to run off. But also, wasn't that how we met? Me forwarding what little I had over to you. Since then, I've only been getting back on my gamble overtime. So. Name wherever you like, and we'll go. Within budget, I mean. Some quiet pub somewhere, maybe.
( somewhere away from the buzzing crowd, like that club he'd invited rinne to for his birthday.
that wink and whatnot, though? )
This? With time, we'll be so well-known that this sort of thing will help keep the crowds from noticing me, won't it? I wouldn't exactly call it fanservice compared to what I usually wear, especially when there's no skin. Unless this is more your style?
( he lifts the hem of the shirt slightly, amused, the indents of his hips barely visible. )
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he hasn't forgotten, the way rinne distracts from the situation at hand when things get awkward a tell takasugi is becoming increasingly used to. he was the one seeking praise, only to quickly pull back on it. he was the one who extended a hand first this time, only to immediately start criticizing him. amagi rinne stands in front of him, just a bit taller, and takasugi is filled with questions he wants to ask for a moment, as well as that familiar urge to flick him on the forehead with a finger.
for starters: what was his actual reason for wanting to spend time together?
but takasugi lets that die in this throat, more interested in studying the shape of rinne's grin than saying something so pathetic. )
Don't get ahead of yourself. I know better than anyone what it means to have fun, which is exactly why what ends up in my hand tends to run off. But also, wasn't that how we met? Me forwarding what little I had over to you. Since then, I've only been getting back on my gamble overtime. So. Name wherever you like, and we'll go. Within budget, I mean. Some quiet pub somewhere, maybe.
( somewhere away from the buzzing crowd, like that club he'd invited rinne to for his birthday.
that wink and whatnot, though? )
This? With time, we'll be so well-known that this sort of thing will help keep the crowds from noticing me, won't it? I wouldn't exactly call it fanservice compared to what I usually wear, especially when there's no skin. Unless this is more your style?
( he lifts the hem of the shirt slightly, amused, the indents of his hips barely visible. )