Welcome to Tokyo, Japan. January, 1991. The world has entered the technology era, portable phones, home computers, internet, video games. Japan quickly became the epicenter of the latest and greatest. Companies and factories flourished. Where money was, people followed. And while many rose to live a comfortable, happy, and delightful life from this new found money... Others did not. You see, money has this effect on people that can't be outdone. People will do anything for it. And when it starts slipping into the wrong hands, it's impossible to stop. Benethe the day time laborers and the double-shift workers, a seedy underbelly of syndicates exists. Narctics, black market, organized crime, money laundering, you name it and it's been growing as fast as the upper world economy. While many do it just to stay alive, there's those who make it their posh lifestyle. Either way, there's only one question. What would you do if the money was good enough?
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Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
Dear god, he hated this, he should've charged this old shit more; rate card be damned. Sure, he looked lovely, prettier than a fresh spring day; sweeter than a rose...but he hated wearing skirts or dresses. Of course, that was the only thing this sleazebag would accept, and so Eden brought it out; expertly playing the part of the shy people pleasing 24 year old as always. Pretty, soft makeup covered his face, gentle browns around his big blue eyes and the most delicate blushing around his cheeks and nose. His hair tied back in a half down fashion and his heavy fringe curled under. A black dress and a corset hidden beneath to cinch his waist -- he certainly didn't look the part of the whore he was.
From his shy, nervous behavior all evening...he certainly didn't act the part either; remaining faithfully at his client's side, some pretty little thing on is arm all evening. He feigned hanging onto every word the pig spoke, only leaving his arm when given permission to go socialize with the other unfortunate dates -- yet he hadn't the desire to speak to any of them and found himself sitting on a couch near the bar, a drink not nearly strong enough in hand. If this irritant of a man expected to get laid after this...he was getting charged double the normal rate, yet still Eden managed not to show his displeasure. He was a master at masking his feelings and intentions, it would take far more than an annoying client to cause any cracks to form in his façade.
So he there he sat, a beautiful, yet uncomfortable smudge with his legs crossed and a pair of heels that likely cost as much as the couch he sat on, sipping quietly from his drink. He stared off into the distance at the party that transpired before them. Eden was no stranger to events such as these, though it was unusual to attend one as a hired date. When you hunted big game, you had to do as they asked; let them feel like the boss until the time was right.
Though his attention soon shifted as he noted a far too appealing for a party like this man with strawberry blond hair. He only glanced for a moment, the pupils in those fair blue eyes dilating as he truly took in what he saw and seemed quite taken with him...though upon realizing that he was staring and that the other man might've noticed his gawking; he looked away. A flush that would've just barely shown through the makeup he wore as his eyes averted to the opposite side of the room, and he took a sip from his drink. It wasn't often that he saw someone that truly hit that wonderful spot in his brain. Why couldn't people like him hire Eden? Someone handsome, even if the stranger ended up being a bastard; he'd take that. Either way, he'd get a new plaything, someone to either please him or just...toy with before taking them down.
Perhaps he'd get lucky, some part of him wanted the other to have seen him checking him out; maybe then he'd come over and give Eden a reason to act the part of the shy, sweetheart on the arm of some gross old man.
Koto hated these damnable, elitist events. He'd spent the majority of the time thus far nursing a tumbler of whiskey, putting on a poorly-designed, false visage of friendliness any time he was joined by a guest or business partner. You'd think with how many years he'd spent forced into these types of situations he'd actually be good at this sort of pathetic shmoozing. [break][break] Not so. [break][break] "You're going to have to loosen up Ito-kun," Sudohara noted, chuckling as he walked up to his stiff companion. Masakoto shot a perturbed grimace at his mentor before stubbornly glancing away as returning to the sipping of that expensive liquor. Another hearty laugh escaped the older man, a broad hand finding Koto's shoulder blades. "Come on, it's not so bad, is it? A young thing like you; probably have your pick of the litter when it comes to these high-society broads." [break][break] "Broads?" Koto noted with a humorless snort. "Pretty archaic of you, Sudohara-san." [break][break] The retort elicited another hefty guffaw from the man, Koto having to catch his balance before dropping his drink as that palm found his back once more. [break][break] "So sassy tonight!" Sudohara teased, sipping at his own drink. "Better get all of that out before meeting Ohno-san. He's not a fan of back-talkers." [break][break] Koto winced at the mention of their evening's target. Nobuhisa Ohno was a notorious sleazebag, but a damn wealthy one. They were hoping for a generous donation that would, if all went correctly, create a future partnership between his business and the Ito empire. The idea of shmoozing up to a pig like that was... less than pleasing. Koto finished off the last of his whiskey. [break][break] "Well, I'm not a fan of elitist assholes," he shot back with a disgruntled sigh, staring down at his empty glass. "Let me grab a fresh drink and we can get this over with." [break][break] Sudohara's attention was, thankfully, caught by some old friend he recognized in the crowd, his response less touch-oriented as he grunted his approval and headed off. Koto shot his superior another bemused expression, never quite sure where the man got his energy from, and began his solo trek to the bar. There wasn't much to look at as he waited for his refill... or so he thought. Leaning back against the counter, slender fingers tugging at his collar, Koto's gaze fell on a particularly eye-catching form lounging on a nearby chaise longue. [break][break] Koto didn't immediately recognize them, though he'd really only just recently returned to the Tokyo scene, but he caught that lingering stare, caught the way those sapphires drifted across his form before darting away. [break][break] Oh. [break][break] Not usually his favorite scene to find people he was authentically attracted to, Koto couldn't help the faint brush of scarlet that danced across his features. His gaze remained on the other, half due to his misunderstanding of the appropriate amount of gazing and half due to his lack of giving a shit about it. Pretty. Very pretty, the curve of that exposed calf a particularly enticing sight. For a moment, Sudohara's words echoed in his mind, the idea of walking up to this new interest coming to mind right up until-- [break][break] "Your whiskey, sir." [break][break] "O-Oh, thank you," Koto stumbled back, flustering for a moment like he'd been caught doing something particularly devious. [break][break] New glass in hand, Koto almost on instinct turned back to that lounging form, some part of him actually brave enough to take a few steps towards her. He froze, though, as he caught sight of the man drifting to her side. [break][break] Oh. [break][break] "Oh, Ito-san, perfect timing!" Nobuhisa Ohno greeted, Koto trapped there as the boorish man tugged his... date?... up from the couch. "I was just about to take a walk on the balcony. Join us; we can talk business." [break][break] Going for a late-night stroll with this pig and his date who Koto had just been walking over to--as ridiculous as it sounded--potentially attempt to hit on was... not the most ideal course of action. He tried for a smile, simultaneously trying to avoid gazing too closely at the form at Nobuhisa's side, and began, "Sounds great, Ohno-san, but I should really find Sudoha-" [break][break] "Ito-kun, there you are! Trying to start discussions without me, I see!" [break][break] Well, there went that escape route. That uncomfortable smile still split across his features, Koto all too theatrically glanced at his incoming partner. He shot him a quick, frantically disconcerted expression while Nobuhisa was unable to see it, before turning back to the wealthy kingpin and that standing-far-too-close-to-Koto for his comfort vixen at his side. [break][break] "Sudohara! Good to see you!" Nobuhisa blubbered, one of those meaty hands finding its way around the other's waist. "This is-- What was your name again, beautiful?" And he ushered for the woman to introduce herself. [break][break] Finally stuck in a position where he absolutely couldn't avoid taking a glance, Koto let his gaze flit across that visage. Gods, she's pretty... he silently mused, his cheeks alighting just slightly, trying to cover up the way his gaze wandered with a slow sip from his glass as greetings and introductions were traded. [break][break] "Ito Masakoto," he introduced when it was finally his turn, nodding instead of reaching for her hand, terrified of how red he'd turn if he actually touched her, the gesture perhaps coming off a bit unintentionally brutish. "Pleasure."
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
When those calm, cool indigos darted over to him and then stared for just a hint too long, Eden couldn't help but to look back, a lovely pink flush settling onto his features as he practically felt the other man looking him up and down...oh yes this was exactly what he wanted. Suddenly, the dress, the expensive heels, the makeup, the corset; all of it wasn't so bad, he did look damn good in all of it. Yet despite his awareness of this, he played coy, catching sight of the scarlet rouge that came across the other man's cheeks before looking away shyly, only to glance back for a few seconds and then look away again; a tiny dreamy smile on his lips so gently clad in pink. When the handsome stranger got his drink and seemed to find the courage to start over towards him, he felt a surge of dopamine; that familiar high of being wanted by someone that he also wanted. There was nothing quite like that, the only thing comparable was ruining the life of someone who deserved it.
However, this wonderful high was rudely interrupted by his 'date' coming to fetch him, glancing at him as though he were a steak on a plate as he pulled him up from the couch and settled his huge hand about Eden's cinch waist. The action, though harmless enough considering the man had paid for it, made his skin crawl in an invisible manner; yep he should've charged him more. At least another grand, 5 grand for the evening wasn't nearly enough for this shit. Oh well...at least it looked like this cutie was going to be taking a walk with him; even if his boorish date was at their side it just...it made it a bit better. Nice surroundings always did.
Yet still, in the interest of not appearing as though he were eyeing anyone but his date, he kept his baby blue gaze everywhere but the handsome man with the red blazer and fair ginger hair; it was certainly difficult. Who didn't want to look at a beautiful thing like him? Though as another man approached them, much to the dismay of Eden's favorite stranger, he found himself pulled uncomfortably against Nobuhisa's side. He was so close, in fact, that his chest would've been entirely pressed against the side of the brutish man's ribs but...he didn't make a fuss. Eden was a professional, if anything he just feigned a nervous blush and a quiet squeak. Anything to please the client...no matter how gross they might be....though he couldn't give Nobuhisa too much shit, at least he wasn't one of the ones that demanded a school girl uniform or tried to raise a hand to him during sessions. At least the beast of a man seemed to know better than that last bit...that would be the last mistake he ever made if he went that far.
He watched the theatrics unfold before him, hiding the amusement that he felt brewing inside; oh how he'd giggle about this later. That's how the chameleon got by, he masked his emotions until later; then let them out in the privacy of his room at the brothel. Though as soon as he was called beautiful and asked to introduce himself, that pretty pink flush came back to his features and he flitted those soft blues over to the handsome stranger...then his flush became genuine for an instant.
A subtle, almost gentle bow of his head was what he offered then to this strange, handsome young man as the other introduced himself; even his voice was lovely...why couldn't he have hired Eden instead? When it came time for Eden to introduce himself, he found himself experiencing a genuine twinge of nervousness.
"R-Rosair Eden," he started, his voice soft, sweet, and warm like honey on one's ears; it had a feminine quality to it...something he'd practiced for many years now, so much so that he now just spoke that way. "It's nice to meet you..." the little raven continued, a foreign accent coming through his perfect Japanese. Though the other man's greeting left him a bit perturbed, perhaps he didn't want to speak to Eden; just gawk. He couldn't blame him...he did look pretty hot in this dress with his waist pulled in, but he couldn't help but be a bit unhappy by it; though as Eden did with everything he hit it. This man wasn't his date, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to look upset over that.
The sensation of movement from Nobuhisa's hand at his waist brought him back in, once again pressed against his client's side. Perhaps Nobuhisa would do him a favor and get lost with whoever this other old man was. Maybe he could change the lovely Masakoto's mind about speaking to him if left alone with him long enough but...he didn't bank on it. He was here to be a decoration piece and potentially a bedmate later on, alone time with someone he was interested in likely wasn't on the schedule for tonight.
"R-Rosair Eden. It's nice to meet you..." [break][break] Koto had to force his gaze away, that honeysuckle lilt to his companion's voice particularly endearing. He tried to place the accent, tried to recall all of those foreign diplomats and businessmen his father had welcomed into the Ito estate during his childhood, but his attention was far too preoccupied with avoiding those pretty blues. [break][break] Be just your luck to mess up this deal by gawking at the bastard's date, he mused, gaze on Nobuhisa as he prattled on, Koto's lips finding the rim of his glass once more. He shot a quick, traitorous look at Eden as she was tugged to the boar's side, some twinge of bitterness at the roughness behind that meaty hold. Don't fuck this up. It's not your place... he silently chided as the group began their journey to the balcony. Quietly, Koto slipped to the back of the group, Nobuhisa and Sudohara chattering away about the evening's affairs--the guest list, the service, the expert pianist positioned in the corner of the room. Koto had learned to appreciate Sudohara's ability to carry a conversation, not the leastwise because of its ability to allow him some reprieve from the interactions. [break][break] The balcony was as garishly decorated as the ballroom, lights and ferns positioned around its edges, waiters at the ready to take empty glasses and provide hors d'oeuvres. Set in the heart of downtown, the cityscape was beautifully available as a backdrop to the scene, though Koto's eyes lingered instead on the structural makeup of the building itself. It was a historical landmark, some old estate from the Edo era reworked into an events center for the rich and famous, its architecture still holding quite a bit of that traditional beauty. [break][break] "Enjoying the view, Ito-sama?" Nobuhisa chortled, Koto's gaze quickly flitting over to the man, a small smile spreading across his lips as he nodded. [break][break] "Just admiring the history in her structure," he replied, wishing that he could talk to literally anyone else about this. As if on instinct, those rebellious azures found their way to Eden's form. Nobuhisa was, thankfully, distracted by looking up at the building where Koto had just been eyeing, not catching the way the young man's gaze lingered for perhaps a moment too long on the woman at his side. [break][break] Koto was not so lucky when it came to Sudohara. [break][break] The moment he noticed the older man's raised brows, Koto glanced away, returning to his whiskey as if that would justify the pink tint to his cheeks. Too late. A broad, knowing, entertained smile had spread across his mentor's face, the man glancing between the two younger guests. [break][break] "Ohno-sama, I believe that's Gyoza Keichi over there. You're good friends, are you not? Would you mind introducing me? I've been wanting to ask him about his recent acquisition of that land up north. We can leave the young folk to gab about history." [break][break] Koto all but choked on his drink, the sudden sting of whiskey in his sinuses bringing tears to his eyes. He coughed, clearing away that pain as he shot Sudohara a panicked, bitter look. The older man was already guiding Nobuhisa away, though, one hand on his shoulder and turning him towards the opposite side of the balcony. He flashed Koto an encouraging wink before turning his attention back to the distraction tactics at work. [break][break] Luckily--or unluckily, depending on your point of view--Nobuhisa had released Eden's waistline, chuckling as he began chatting with Sudohara about the "frivolous youth." Koto, finally righting himself after the little choking incident, changed a glanced in her direction, cheeks never lessening in their scarlet shade. Say something, idiot! his mind cried, though words were at a loss in that moment, Koto just praying she hadn't picked up on that not-so-subtle implications of Sudohara's little ploy. [break][break] And so instead of saying anything, looking like some 15-year-old at a school dance, too nervous to ask his crush to join him, he leaned against the nearby balcony railing and pursed his lips in some embarrassed, probably-inappropriate-for-the-setting pout and took another long sip of whiskey.
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
The balcony was pretty enough, yet Eden didn't seem to be terribly interested in it or in the fineries that it came with on grand silver trays. His vision remained trained on his client, baby blues carrying the same quality as a nervous puppy...yet occasionally they flitted over the lovely red-headed young man. Oh how he wanted Nobuhisa to make like a tree and leaf, so he'd have a safe window to talk to him. The last thing he needed was to piss off a paying client by oogling at someone else but...he could hardly help it; how was he supposed to look longingly at an old man when some young, handsome thing was right in front of him? Best of all...a young, handsome thing that checked him out earlier...yet seemed to now be looking everywhere but Eden if he could help it. Even still, those cool indigo eyes still wandered; Eden could feel them and it excited him like no other.
A silent prayer went out from the little demon then, praying that whatever was our there might send the boorish Nobuhisa away from him for a while, so that he might get the chance to speak with this guy. Granted, Eden might've not known what to say to him, what did you say to someone you found legitimately attractive of your own accord? Without being paid to pretend? Eden found himself pretending so much these days that...he hardly knew how to act when something real came about. Though it seemed that whatever deity was out there sought to grant the wish of the wicked little raven. It wasn't long until the handsome ginger's associate, who may or may not have picked up on the inquisitive stares traveling between them, tugged off Eden's date to another business venture no doubt. If it were possible to do so, Eden might've thanked the older gentleman, but he moved fast for his age and there was no subtle way for him to do so.
All at once, his date left his side...and he was now fully alone with the lovely redhead who called himself Masakoto Ito. At the realization, a soft tinge of pink came to his cheeks and he began to fidget with his hands, his heart legitimately pounding for the first time in a while. For once in his life, Eden didn't know what to say...but he tried to come up with something as he stood before the other man, his body clad in a velvet dress as black as the sky around them. After a brief, uncomfortable silence passed between them, Eden's pretty pink lips opened.
"I'm surprised to find someone so close to my age here...I thought it would only be older men...I hope you don't mind me saying that," He spoke softly, that voice flowing like black silk or ink in water as he offered a tiny smile cloaked in shyness that was half genuine yet half fake. The little raven meeting the ginger's gaze for a few seconds before his gaze flitted nervously away to the ground of the building they stood on. He glanced to different places, looking for things to speak of, finally settling on the architecture that was mentioned earlier. It was only then that Eden decided to move to stand next to the balcony railing, close...yet not too close to Masakoto; there was a fine line in the distance he chose. Too close, and people would assume they were together, yet if too far no one would know they were conversing.
His sky hued eyes flitting up with a tiny glimmer of appreciation to the grand building above. Thinking back to the comment about the architecture having a history to it.
"I don't know anything about the history but...I certainly know a pretty thing when I see it," the raven murmured to Masakoto, just loud enough to be heard, "but if you wanted, I'd be interested in hearing the history or...really anything about it."
It was only then that a particularly harsh and cold gust of wind swirled about them from the height below; causing Eden to shiver and bring his arms up to the sides of his dress. Ah yes...what a brilliant idea it was to not bring any sort of coat for a dress with spaghetti straps, and he let out a slightly displeased sound as a result of the chill. Eden could tolerate a lot of things without much fuss, however the cold was not one of those things; that could always make him whine.
It felt like a lifetime of silence, Koto's mind reeling simultaneously with ideas on how to start up a conversation and a plethora of reasons why that was absolutely out of the question. You'll either make a fool of yourself, come off too strong, or just scare the poor thing, he chided himself, allowing the glass of whiskey to work as some distraction for his lips. She already looks like she's about to blow over at the next burst of wind; you'll probably just give her a goddamn heart attack... [break][break] It was true, too; Eden was playing that timidity perfectly, the quiet, reserved nature far too endearing for the poor redhead to ignore. The idea of someone like that stuck on the arm of some boorish pig like Nobuhisa was... aggravating to say the least. Not that Koto could see himself doing or being much better, but he at least had enough self-respect to consider himself a better date than--NO. Stop. There was no use following that train of thought because the concept of him bringing a date to an event like this was absolutely preposterous to begin with. Why the hell would he want to subject anyone he actually liked to some tortuous evening like-- [break][break] "I'm surprised to find someone so close to my age here... I thought it would only be older men... I hope you don't mind me saying that." [break][break] Koto's rambling thoughts were cut off by the return of that lilting voice. His eyes immediately darted back to that black-clad form, brows raising in surprise firstly at the fact that she was speaking to him and secondly at the graceful movements that positioned her beside him at that railing. There was a part of him, that part that had been replaying that lingering, exploratory stare since he'd first spotted Eden splayed out on the couch, that got a bit excited at the closeness, pulling his glass from his lips and actually forcing his body to turn and fully face her, one elbow resting on that railing and holding him up. Too casual a stance, perhaps, for a first meeting, but on close inspection far too stiff a show to betray any hidden interests. A careful balance... [break][break] His gaze followed Eden's up to that curvature of architecture, some traitorous excitement at the idea of anyone being interested in that quiet passion of his. He actually, without thinking, began to open his mouth to fill her in on some of the history of the old place, though he paused upon seeing her reaction to that gust of sudden wind, his expression scrunching into some visage of annoyance. [break][break] "Don't know what possessed you to wear something like that in this weather," he murmured, sighing like some bitter old man, more speaking to himself than anything, though it was certainly loud enough for Eden to hear. He neglected to think on how effective the gown had been in drawing his own eye. "You're so thin; you'll end up freezing to death, idiot." [break][break] Despite his words, Koto without question started to strip off that coat of his, his whiskey precariously perched on that balcony railing. His stepmother would have lost her mind seeing him place that designer suit jacket around some strangers shoulders--god forbid she found out it was an escort's shoulders, and a male one at that--but as with most things when Koto was annoyed, he didn't quite give a damn. Cheeks alight with some traitorous crimson, he muttered, "Wear a fucking coat next time..." as he made sure it was secure around Eden's shoulders. [break][break] He pulled back quickly after that, not wanting his touch to linger too long so close to the other's form, knowing all too well how the gossip worked in these places. Still, the moment of nearness was... pleasant. How long had it been since he'd done something like that? And he'd be lying if he didn't like the look of her draped in his own fineries. That's creepy as hell... he chided himself, lithe fingers working to roll up and cuff his sleeves now that he was left in that dress shirt and vest. In some futile attempt to move away from that particularly unwanted train of thought, his gaze purposefully trained on the way his digits fumbled nervously with his fabrics, he began to finally speak on the building. [break][break] "You uh... asked about the building. It was built in 1637 by Shogun Tokugawa Iemitsu. A gift; it was a home for his firstborn, a daughter named Chiyohime," he explained, countenance visibly losing a bit of that ever-present tension as he let himself recall all of those silly little facts he'd devoured in his undergraduate years. The smallest hint of a smile even played at the corner of his lips. "She was the daughter of his concubine, Ofuri no Kata, so she didn't, by societal standards, deserve such a grand place, but Iemitsu loved her a lot. He even went so far as to personalize the place for her. Look," and without thinking he leaned in just a little closer, pointing up at the curve of roof right at the corner of the building. "If you look close enough you can see that the lip of the roof at the corners is designed to look like crashing waves." His smile softened, some ghost of his past lingering in that gentle curvature. "Iemitsu had met Chiyohime's mother at the beach and she'd always loved the ocean; there are quite a few references to sea creatures littered throughout the traditional structure." Another pause, Koto leaning back with a sigh, running his hand through and tousling that fluff of pale ginger. "He built this place as a reminder for Chiyohime of his love for her and her mother."
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
At the snide comments about his dress, Eden feigned a flinch and an upset upturn of his brow. Sure, it was a quiet comment but...it would certainly be enough to cause someone so quiet and timid a bit of “ouch”. Underneath that veil of delicate displeasure and hurt, his interests were piqued...perhaps he’d found himself a new target; or simply a handsome plaything to break in. It’d been a while so, it was hard to hold back the storm that he felt brewing inside of him; he decided to stick around and test this Masakoto to see which category he’d fall under. Some part of him was at peace with either, regardless he’d end up having fun and perhaps taking someone down that needed to be put in their place.
Yet still, he opened his mouth to defend himself, his voice still that sweet little sound that it always was; it only changed once he’d roped someone in and dragged them down. Though even then, it merely took on a cooler, more confident, almost dark and alluring tone.
“I-I didn’t have a choice...Nobuhisa told me to...I knew I would be cold, I’m sorry,” He spoke softly, his eyes downcast submissively with an embarrassed flush crossing his cheeks. Though as he felt a warm coat wrapping around him, as well as Masakoto’s hands so faintly about his shoulders, those baby blues came up to meet his indigos for a second. Some part of Eden was genuinely stunned to be given the other’s blazer in spite of the snide comments he’d just made; he’d not yet run across one like this...this certainly would be interesting.
"T-Thank you...I'll try to in the future..." Was all he replied with, his voice light and sheepish; so timid and mild.
Though almost as quickly as their eyes met, Eden looked away, his dainty hands pulling the high quality fabric further around his slim form, soaking up the warmth gratefully with a now shy flush on his face. Simply by how the material felt, he knew it was designer...this man either had or came from money and he was all too grateful to be soaking up his attention; no matter the snippiness that came with it. This would surely either end with a euphoric afterglow...or many months down the line with a well fed bank account; either way, the little raven was far too pleased. A hedonist at heart, he enjoyed nothing more than enjoying himself...no matter what that meant for others; they almost always deserved the hell he brought upon them anyways.
Given how small Eden was in comparison to Masakoto, the burgundy coat near swallowed him up, blanketing him in a delightful warmth that kept a pink hue on his cheeks. The wind no longer bothered him, and he was content to settle in to listen to the fine ginger talk about the building’s history. Those blue eyes of his flitting to the side to watch his companion and the little smile that crept across his lips as he told the story. There was something so...endearing about his excitement, especially given the nature of the story he told...it warmed his heart in such an odd way. The little raven noted how he leaned in closer to him when there was no need; he was definitely into Eden. He’d know what that meant anywhere, given that to be good at manipulating people, you had to be good at reading them too. Masakoto was falling in line for him perfectly and it brought a certain internal giddiness to the smaller man. The thrill of the chase was always something he’d savor; more exciting than any TV show could’ve dreamed of being.
Even still, he did pay attention to the other man’s story, a quiet little grin settling over Eden’s pretty pink lips as he noted the designs; having wondered if it was inspired by the ocean as soon as he set foot in the building...it was nice to have his suspicions confirmed.
“That’s...really beautiful, how sweet,” He started out as the other ceased talking, his eyes glimmering quietly as he glanced up to the oceanic building above them, taking note of the curves really looking like waves now. “I’d wondered about it when I walked in, I’d thought some of the building’s ornament looked like octopi and fish but...knowing the story makes it that much more pretty and endearing,” he carried on.
“Chiyohime must’ve been very lucky, to have a father who cherished her so much. It’s...It’s really neat that you know all of this. I’d love- I’d love to hear any other stories you know about this building...or any others really.” The smaller man spoke softly, his voice sounding like smooth silk as he looked over to Masakoto with a soft twinkle in his eyes. Oh how he wanted to run a hand through that pretty hair and tousle it himself, to see that fair red pigment sliding through his fingers and feel how soft it looked for himself. As the seconds alone with Masakoto ticked by, Eden began to wish that Nobuhisa just wouldn’t come back. He’d rather not close out the evening in the old man’s company with this younger, handsome one still lingering around. Oh, why couldn’t people like this hire him? Interesting, attractive people with attitudes that begged to be put in their place, yet with enough kindness to not make them insufferable.
Koto could have kicked himself for the gruff response he'd had to that shiver, Eden's nervous explanation fueling that fire of embarrassment and bitterness. The idea of Nobuhisa forcing that revealing outfit on his date was all too aggravating, his mind quickly flitting to traitorous comparisons to how he'd treat someone who agree to come to one of these stuffy parties with him. I'd let them wear whatever they wanted... his mind bitterly lamented, though a glance at what he could see of Eden's skin and he was relenting that he, perhaps, understood Nobuhisa's interest in the gown. If nothing else, it showed off that lingering flush from Eden's skin particularly well, a flush that was all-too dangerous for Koto's resolve to behave himself. [break][break] You're not going to fuck this deal up just because you haven't gotten laid lately, he chided, the comment, even mental, doing enough to get him to lean back away from the raven-haired vixen at his side, feigning the need of a drink as his excuse to move to a more appropriate distance. [break][break] He was sipping at that whiskey, trying to figure out if it would be too obvious for him to take a physical step away from his companion, when Eden spoke. [break][break] “Chiyohime must’ve been very lucky, to have a father who cherished her so much." [break][break] A bitterness broke through Koto's countenance, one that only arose when Daichi Ito came to mind, his father's shadow constantly looming at the edges of his consciousness. He threw back the rest of his whiskey before he had a chance to realize he was doing it, brows knitting as he stared down at the suddenly empty glass. He hardly even heard Eden's follow-up comments, Koto's gaze only returning to that alluring form as those final softspoken words slipped from her lips. He opened his mouth to release some of that bitterness in his companion's direction, but managed to catch himself just before, lips pursing as he whipped his head away, clear aggravation in the tenseness of his shoulders. [break][break] Don't. You'll just end up proving him right. You can do this. Just breathe. No lashing out, especially at Nobuhisa's... whatever she is. [break][break] "I uh... I need another drink..." he murmured, ignoring Eden's comment, kicking himself for not being able to just go with the conversation, grabbing a whiskey his equivalent of grabbing a spot of air. [break][break] He stood straight, even took a step towards the door, before guilt wracked him enough that he stopped and glanced back at that form at the railing. He'd have to return to get his coat back anyway... and he'd have to speak with Nobuhisa again at some point before the end of the evening... so he could just leave her be for now, right? He didn't need to linger at Eden's side, risking everything just because he found someone attractive. He had more goddamn self-control than that... [break][break] Gods, it'd probably be a hell of a lot easier of an evening if he could convince himself of that. [break][break] "Do you uh..." he glanced at her glass, not quite empty yet, and then over to where Nobuhisa and Sudohara chatted away at the other end of the balcony. It was just a trip to the bar; it wasn't anything scandalous, right? Nothing Nobuhisa could get mad about, right? "Do you want to come with me?" He glanced away, sheepishness clear in his expression as a far-too-flirtatious-for-his-liking follow-up comment slipped from his lips. "Sudohara always says a pretty girl at your side makes the drinks taste sweeter."
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
For an instant or two, the little scorpion began to wonder if he’d said something wrong, at least with the way that Masakoto’s face contorted in anger it certainly felt that way. Though oddly enough, when his mouth opened to give Eden some sort of lashing...one that would’ve certainly only drawn out the hunter within the raven, only silence came out and his head whipped in the opposite direction. Perhaps it was some display of self control, but either way, it left Eden’s eyes wide and raised a good deal of questions. What nerve had he struck? Was he about to hurl some sort of abuse his way and had the wherewithal to stop himself? Maybe he’d found his next target...without even having to look.
Much to his surprise, the other man backed away from him somewhat, it was subtle; but not so subtle that those keen baby blues wouldn’t pick it up. Yet still, Eden played the part of something mild and sweet, merely flashing him an apologetic look as the other man announced that he needed another drink. To the smaller man, it was a fairly obvious excuse to get away from him but...oh he’d be back; they always came back for their own reckoning. His soft azure gaze remained remorseful, feigning the impression that he felt some sort of guilt for an unknown transgression...surely he must’ve done something to upset him to get such a reaction like that; if only he could figure out exactly what it was he’d said for future use.
As the ginger started to walk away from him, his eyes cast downward and to the side in an illusion of sadness, though it was faint enough to appear convincing. He’d started to move to take the other man’s jacket off to return it to him, when he heard Masakoto’s oddly pleasant voice come out again with a...very surprising offer for the little raven. Though nothing could’ve prepared him for such a bold compliment, given how sheepish the ginger had been acting all night.
A genuine flush came over his cheeks, those sky blue eyes of Eden’s searching Masakoto’s features nervously.
Fuck, he thinks I’m a woman...that’s why he’s so into me. Such a dreadful thought settled over him then, however he kept getting...so caught up in the flirtatious comment about his appearance. The smallest, sweet little smile came over his features and he looked away shyly, his pretty voice coming out with a bashful waver.
“Y-you think I’m pretty?” He started out, “t-thank you...I’d love to come with you…” With those simple words, Eden followed him off to the drink stand...though the “girl” part of the comment pestered him. This was why he hated wearing dresses, heels, and makeup. He was a man, and didn’t like having to tell people as much; however it seemed that he’d be forced to. God only knew how this night was going to end and...he had no desire to potentially surprise this handsome ginger or make him feel deceived. He’d surely run away then.
So prior to them reaching the bar, that soft little voice came out again, waiting until there was no one around them to do so.
“I-I think you should know that...I’m a man. I-I’m sorry if I deceived you. It truly wasn’t my intention I just...thought you knew. I hadn’t planned on wearing a dress but Nobuhisa...he made me so…” He spoke quietly and nervously, his voice coming out in shy stammers as he revealed one truth to Masakoto, hoping that he wouldn’t be disgusted and leave.
“So if you...if you don’t want me to come with you anymore because I’m not a pretty girl...I’ll understand,” he continued, flashing him a remorseful, apologetic glance from the side as he briefly paused his walking with Masakoto, hoping to get an answer before he was embarrassed in front of a bartender and sent away like something dirty. God he hated skirts and dresses...next time he’d just tell Nobuhisa to go fuck himself. Some part of Eden knew that everyone at this party probably saw him as a woman, the side piece to some irritating old man with a secret affinity for young men.
The gut-wrenching anxiety of letting that flirtatious compliment fly was all worth it just for that wide-eyed expression. Koto would have repeated it a million times over just to see those baby blues broaden like that. And paired with that soft smile quick glance away, the entire visage was a recipe for Masakoto-themed disaster. [break][break] It was a little preposterous, he thought as they began their brief but exhilarating journey to the bar, that she was so surprised by the pretty comment, that embarrassed flush and shy response endearing if not a tad unbelievable. Did people that attractive really not realize how good looking they were? Most of the people he met at these damnable affairs knew all too well how pretty they could make themselves with those deep pockets and endless resources; the ones who acted like they didn't were just trying to make a show, to grab attention by playing at some shy disposition. He glanced at Eden as the thought crossed his mind, trying to imagine her having that same sort of ulterior motive, not quite managing to make that puzzle piece fit into the aesthetic he saw pooling around her. [break][break] Not that you would know; you hardly know anything about her, his mind chided, an annoying fact that was made all the more apparent at that next, stuttered, quiet line. [break][break] "I-I think you should know that... I'm a man." [break][break] What? [break][break] "I-I'm sorry if I deceived you. It truly wasn't my intention I just... thought you knew." [break][break] What? [break][break] "I hadn't planned on wearing a dress but Nobuhisa... he made me so..." [break][break] WHAT?! [break][break] In a matter of seconds, as his footsteps came to a slow halt, all of the color drained from Masakoto's features, only for the mortified expression to be replaced with a rush of perhaps the darkest crimson he'd bore all evening. He stared, dumbfounded, at the other, trying to piece together like some damnable detective what the hell Eden was saying. [break][break] A man. [break][break] He was a man. [break][break] Eden was a man. [break][break] He could practically hear the taunting voices of his siblings, of Shiro especially, jeering about how even his subconscious couldn't stay away from pretty young men. He glanced around like some lost puppy, as if everyone else at the party were going to erupt in laughter at the foolish Ito bastard who'd been fooled by an elegant gown and a pretty face. [break][break] Gods, he has a pretty face... [break][break] The thought was traitorous, but oh so honest, Koto's indigo gaze finding the contours of that particularly pleasant visage and holding for a long, silent moment. It was obvious, now that it was out there, and Koto screamed at his heart to stop beating so goddamn quickly. It wasn't allowed. Liking this wasn't allowed. The fact that Nobuhisa was allowed to walk around flaunting some beautiful young man at his hip was exactly why Koto had joined this damnable escapade, why he stuck around in this culture he hated, why he was trying so desperately to climb the ranks and follow in his father's footsteps; freedom was a luxury of the powerful. [break][break] "I-I'm sorry again." [break][break] "Why are you apologizing?" [break][break] In another moment, his tone may have been harsh, gruff, even bitter; now, it was as quiet as Eden's, as soft, almost forlorn, their own little quiet conversation amidst the hustle and bustle of that crowded events center. Intimate, even when so public. There was a part of him, perhaps the rational part, that begged him to leave, to return to Sudohara's side, to just abandon Eden standing there in the dust, any what-ifs left for those restless nights when he couldn't sleep and his mind wandered. [break][break] But Koto had never been good at following the rules. He had never been good enough before; why was this moment going to be any different? [break][break] "You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who fucked up..." He glanced away, red as that blazer draped across Eden's shoulders. He wanted to fix this, wanted to stop being so goddamn ruinous; fuck, he wanted Eden to join him for a drink. "I uh... I'm sorry..." A pause, awkward and poignant, an embarrassed pout unintentionally drifting to his features before he finally murmured, "I'm sure a pretty boy at my side would make the drinks just as sweet..." He glanced nervously back to that pretty countenance. "If uh... If you still want to join me..."
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
In truth, Eden knew he was attractive, he had the list of victims...or failed suitors...to prove it, however hearing it from someone he also found attractive certainly boosted his ego a bit. For someone as handsome as Masakoto to think of him as 'pretty' certainly meant something, regardless of if the guy ended up being a man that needed to be cut down to size. By his initial reaction to Eden correcting him on his gender...it certainly appeared that he may need to be put in his place.
However the ginger continued to surprise him, his humiliated expression made Eden wince, tears being forced into his eyes as he prepared to play the part of some poor boy getting yelled at in front of all of his business associates; making a fool of himself. Yet when Masakoto spoke...there was no trace of yelling, if anything he seemed just as sorry as Eden pretended to be. It caught him off guard to say the least, and those baby blues widened again, his lips slightly agape as he listened to the other man speak to him quietly for once. Eden liked his quiet voice it was...so gentle and mild. Perhaps this bad man had flickers of good in his pale red flames. Yet even in spite of the man showing no intent to blame Eden for the misunderstanding, the little raven kept up his manipulations. Stopping before his companion with a remorseful, yet wary look in his eyes.
"B-because I didn't tell you earlier..." He started, before quieting down to let the other speak, in reality he didn't blame himself in the slightest. In Eden's wrong opinion, it was obvious that he was a man; though it was only obvious because he knew himself. To the outside world, his appearance, especially in a dress, leant him the ability to live how the other half did. Which, frankly, wasn't always a good thing; he understood far too well some of the crap women had to put up with from men in particular.
"You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who fucked up..."
"I uh... I'm sorry..."
At such words leaving the red-head's lips, his worried expression quickly turned softer and a bit relieved...especially when the other seemed to still want him to come with. There was that lovely comment again,
"I'm sure a pretty boy at my side would make the drinks just as sweet..."
Eden couldn't explain why but...it made his heart genuinely flutter, and a hand came up to gently wipe away his forced tears, taking care not to smudge his pretty makeup as he did so. There was something relieving about the ginger still thinking he was pretty, even now knowing he was a man. It appeared Masakoto wouldn't be put into a category for Eden just yet, it took more than a glimpse of kindness and decency to keep him off the list of potential targets. Though still, the little raven smiled, seeming relieved and nodding at the question of if he still wanted to join.
"I'd..I'd love to still..." He replied quietly his baby blue gaze soft as he looked into those indigos that belonged to Masakoto. With that, their little walk resumed, an obvious weight off of Eden's shoulders as he accompanied the other man. Dainty fingers pulled that burgundy jacket just a little bit tighter around him then, now rather than just feeling expensive...it warmed his cold little heart; even just a little bit. "Thank you...by the way," the little scorpion's voice came out as a gentle coo then, casting a soft yet timid side glance to him before looking away. Now was the time to play up the act, the shyness with a touch of flirtation; since Masakoto seemed...willing if a bit caught off guard. He needed the other man to know that the attraction was, indeed, very much mutual.
"I couldn't have imagined that I'd meet someone so kind and handsome here... I-I hope you don't mind me saying that..."
It irked Koto beyond reason, that flash of tears. Even if the misunderstanding was... debatably understandable, it still bothered him that, as usual, he'd messed up enough to cause some modicum of distress. He tried not to show how troubled he was over the brimming tears, but he'd never been the best at masking his emotions, gaze trained on the other as he wiped them away, mouth pressed into some sheepish line like a child caught misbehaving; certainly not the most appropriate expression for an Assistant CEO and elitist heir to brandish. [break][break] "I'd... I'd love to still..." [break][break] Oh, well there was good enough reason for that pout of an expression to shift to something a bit more friendly, the faintest, sheepish smile finding its way to Koto's features. He simply nodded in response, not trusting his voice to remain steady with that cocktail of embarrassment and relief and nervousness roiling in his gut. He waited for Eden to begin walking again, making sure to match his step, careful not to walk too close, trying desperately to keep his mind away from the idea of pressing his palm to the other's lower back and guiding their trek. Even if the guy passed for a girl, he was still not his in that moment, Koto casting the briefest of glances back towards Nobuhisa and Sudohara before the two slipped back into the building. [break][break] "Thank you...by the way." [break][break] Dangerous, how easily his attention was able to be caught by that little vixen, Koto's gaze quickly flitting to Eden's form at that gentle coo. He lifted his free hand to his lips, some futile attempt to cover the pleased little smile gracing his features at the sight of his companion tugging that jacket tighter around him. He perhaps could have actually handled the endearing display without malfunctioning had Eden not followed it up with that flirtatious, complimentary comment. [break][break] Cheeks alighting in that familiar deep crimson, ginger brows rising in surprise, Koto quickly glanced away, clearing his throat in an attempt to cover the sudden misstep of an embarrassed show. He'd never been good at receiving compliments--he hardly had experience with them in the first place--and that anxiety was increased tenfold by the fact that it was slipping from the lips of this dangerously endearing little creature at his side. [break][break] "It was nothing," he replied, perhaps a bit too gruffly, still refusing to make eye contact, fist pressed to his lips in what was surely an obvious-as-hell declaration of his conflicted reaction to the compliment. "And why would I mind? You're a grown man; you can say whatever the hell you want." [break][break] Smooth. Very smooth. He silently kicked himself, mind posing a quick comparison to that boorish date back on the balcony. He grimaced, running an aggravated hand through his hair once more, a habitual sign of some self-deprecating stress. They, thankfully, reached the bar a moment later, Koto using it as a distraction from his flustering, gesturing for Eden to join him against the counter's railing. He stood perhaps a bit too close, though maintaining just enough space for it to be appropriate, glancing behind him as if the woman standing five feet away was necessitating that particular nearness. [break][break] "What uh-- What're you drinking?" he asked, nodding at the glass in Eden's hand as he set his whiskey tumbler on the counter. Gods, he looks good in that coat... [break][break] He cleared his throat again, trying to distract himself from the traitorous thought, and turned his attention to flagging down the bartender. There was no one around to hear, right? And that handsome comment surely was a sign of at least some interest, right? So it was okay to be a bit flirtatious in response, right? [break][break] "I'm sure Nobuhisa is paying for your drinks tonight," he noted, chancing a side-glance as he waited for the barkeep to arrive, "but I'd be happy to get you whatever you'd like; my treat." He released a short scoff of a laugh. "I assume you'd need something strong, spending the evening at his side." [break][break] Fuck, he shouldn't have said that. He knew immediately that he'd fucked up, his tongue, loosened for flirtation, sharpening into that bitter comment. The briefest panic flashed behind his gaze, checking for Eden's reaction, reminding himself that he had, quite literally, no idea what the hell his relationship with the older man was. He opened his mouth to stumbled out a hasty apology, some futile back-peddle, when the bartender slipped over to the other side of the counter and respectfully asked for their order.
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
Had he not had a bit more control, the other man's conflicted reaction to his compliment would've roused a giggle from the little raven. Something about it was endearing, cute in a way, he so very badly wanted to keep showering him in honeyed words just to see this reaction intensify. At least now he knew how to fluster the ginger, now that Eden had accomplished the feat once he was surely going to do it again at some point in the future.
"And why would I mind? You're a grown man; you can say whatever the hell you want."
Such words, especially given how torn the other man was over something so simple as being called handsome; only further awoke Eden's need to push his buttons. So much so that he found it difficult not to quip back with something alluring and sinister.
Oh trust me, you don't want me to say whatever the hell I want, love.
He thought as he feigned a timid little nod and sound of agreement with the flustered red-head.
"Y-yeah..."
Oh what he wouldn't give to see that blush more often, perhaps before the night was over he'd get to see more than that...What a dream that would be. Just the thought of it made his heart pound, it didn't help to see Masakoto run his hands through that beautiful hair again. Eden might've given half of his fortune to have such an opportunity...red hair just did it for him; always had and always would. So to find one that was...so obviously now attracted to him was a blessing. Perhaps he wouldn't fully destroy this one if the man showed himself worthy of it, he could keep him around just to look at; some eye candy for when things got rough. Beautiful things and people made everything better for Eden.
Even with Koto's flustered, somewhat abrasive reaction, Eden still joined his side at the bar, though notably didn't lean against it and didn't seem to have any issue with how close they were...if anything they could be closer; at least for Eden's tastes. Rather than leaning or putting his hands on the counter, Eden's dainty, black painted fingers kept that blazer pulled tightly around him. Given how much smaller he was than Masakoto in height and weight, it near swallowed him in a way that Eden adored. The softness of the silk inside of it, as well as the heaviness made it trap heat quite well; which pleased the little scorpion all too much. Given how thin Eden was, something he didn't necessarily intend to be, he frequently found himself cold so...it was nice to be warm for a change. His pleasure showed in the fair pink tinge to his cheeks and the faintest traces of calmness in those baby blues of his.
"I-I believe it's called a Rose Noire, it was really good..." He replied quietly, uttering the name with almost impeccable French, though as usual he lied; he knew very well what he was drinking. The Black Rose was one of Eden's favorite drinks next to the potent Vieux Carré, though he wasn't prepared to be that drunk tonight; especially not around Nobuhisa. He didn't quite trust the man to pay him in full if Eden wasn't coherent enough to force him, nor did he trust Nobuhisa to cough up the extra cash required for a "happy ending" tonight. In spite of how rich the older man was, he'd still try to get things for free; especially when it came to Eden simply because of the shy act the little scorpion put on.
The raven nodded in response to the red-head's question, it truly was the least Nobuhisa could do, paying for his drinks. Though that certainly wasn't payment for anything else.
"He is, fortunately...I appreciate that but you really don't have to...that's very sweet of you," He replied, a pink flush coming to his cheeks at the offer. Truth be told...he wasn't above getting tipsy with the handsome ginger. The way he saw it, that could only have a good outcome, perhaps then the other would accept his flirtatious comments and allow himself to live a little.
When the other made the joke about him needing something strong due to having to put up with Nobuhisa, Eden couldn't help the giggle that left him, covering his mouth shyly and looking away. He half felt bad for laughing but...it was even funnier that it was coming from someone who knew the old man in a different sense than he did. Perhaps the old fool was just tiresome across the board; good...but so very tiring.
"Probably...he can be...a bit much to handle," he replied, that little voice of his still soft as a breeze once he managed to quiet down his giggling. He shouldn't be making fun of a client, he knew this but...some part of him didn't care; after all the ginger said it first. Though he quieted down completely as the bar tender came about and asked for their order. Eden was fully prepared to pay out of pocket, given that his "date" wasn't around and he didn't want the handsome young man accompanying him to feel obligated.
So quietly, he released the lovely blazer for a moment to put down the glass in his hand for further use. Those light blue yes gazing at Masakoto, a soft look in his eye as he wanted for the other to order. One of his hands coming up to brush a stray tendril of dark, sleek hair behind his ear. If he was honest, he could've gotten lost in those indigos, they were as blue as a cold ocean and he would've been content to swim in them if he was able. Coupled with the hair and that height it was...it was something that made his heart pound . Masakoto was far, far too much his type to not be chased; even timidly or for nefarious purposes but...some part of him hoped that this new endeavor wouldn't end with another life ruined. Thus far, the ginger had shown himself to have a sweet undertone, yet an equally dickish and abrasive side. Perhaps with a bit of pressure, that hard outer shell would break away and leave him as putty between Eden's fingers.
Now that was an idea he savored.
It was only once Masakoto had ordered that the little raven spoke up on what he wanted, tearing his gaze away begrudgingly from his companion to fish his wallet from the clutch that his date required him to carry at his side. He truly was fully prepared to buy his own drink, though if Masakoto did it well...he might just have to reward him; if the ginger would allow it.
Koto probably should have been a bit more curious about the ease with which that French name slipped from Eden's lips, the confidence in the pronunciation rather contradictory to the timid and uncertain way he spoke the rest of the sentence. Unfortunately--or perhaps fortunately--Koto was thoroughly distracted by just how nice the words sounded slipping from those pink lips and for a moment had little more he was capable of contemplating than how nice it would be to hear his name tumbling from-- [break][break] Fucking hell, man, calm down, he silently chided, forcing his mind to focus on literally anything except that particular train of thought. It was bad enough he'd let himself whisk Eden away like this; that type of scenario was completely out of the question, even just in his head. Their following conversation, at least, was a good distraction from those dangerous contemplations, though Koto had to stifle a scoff at his companion's demure refusal of the ginger's offer to pay. [break][break] He may have actually pressed the issue had that slip of the tongue not occurred, the mortification driving him to silence until that endearing giggle filled the air. There was visible relief in the way the tension left his shoulders as Eden agreed with him, grateful he hadn't offended the guy. Wonder why he's here with him if he feels like that... he quietly contemplated before turning his attention to the barkeep. [break][break] "The Hibiki 35," he ordered easily enough, the particular brand his favorite since he'd taken his first sip years prior. "Double. Neat." [break][break] A curt nod and both men were turning to Eden expectantly. While the bartender listened to the order, Koto's brows furrowed at the sight of that retrieved wallet. Even the way that title lilted from Eden's lips again wasn't enough to deter the frustration. [break][break] "Oh please," he grumbled sarcastically, snatching up that wallet before Eden even had a chance to open it up, holding the thing away from the smaller man with a comically frumpy expression. "It's one thing to let Nobuhisa pay since he invited you; it's another to have you pay yourself. Not happening." He glanced at the bartender, waiting for the pair's payment decision. "Put them both on my tab." [break][break] A humored expression on the barkeep's face, he glanced between the two before nodding and heading off to prepare their drinks. Left alone once more, Koto turned back to Eden and handed over the wallet, the slightest humorous glint to his gaze. [break][break] "Trying to make me look bad, I see," he teased, cheeks pinking faintly at the unexpected confidence in his flirtatious tone. "Make it seem like the host isn't willing to buy his guest a drink. Try that again and I might just have to buy your drinks for the rest of the night."
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
A gasp left the little raven then, his hand reaching out for his wallet that he had no hope of reaching. His cheeks flushed red at being teased, though at least it seemed to be affectionate teasing, which made his heart flutter in delight considering it was from Masakoto. This certainly was a good sign...but also a surprise, considering the other man had been so hesitant to touch Eden or any of his possessions until then. "h-hey!" He said, speaking with a slight giggle to his tone as he tried to get the black leather wallet back. Not even noticing that the bartender had left them until the ginger returned his money holder.
Tentatively, he took it back, securing it in his clutch, still giggling, with a rosy flush to his cheeks and the faintest glimmer to his eyes. "I just didn't want you to feel like you had to or anything...I-I'm not on your arm so...I feel bad." He replied quietly, a soft little laugh in his voice as he moved to cover his mouth slightly with a dainty hand. Though at the offer to buy all of his drinks for the rest of the night, his face grew red again, visible even through the fine makeup he wore. For a moment, the little scorpion was at a loss for words; everything in him wanted to say something that would likely frighten the lovely ginger away, though he managed to stop himself and just brought his fingers to his cheeks then. Cool finger tips pressing to the flushed smoothed surfaces as he attempted to cool them and looked down and away, a little smile on his soft pink lips.
The other man's teasing was certainly working on the faux faint hearted raven. Oh how quickly he'd throw away a 5K paycheck from Nobuhisa if it meant that he'd get a kiss from Masakoto...or better yet wake up in his bed after a slew of cocktails. Sure, he wasn't supposed to be flirting or gawking at anyone but his client couldn't hold a candle to the handsome red-head; who he would gladly accompany for half price or less.
Though suddenly, those baby blues flitted up again, locking onto Masakoto's lovely indigos with a shy, yet mischievous smile on his features, that crimson still on his cheeks. Truth be told, he was already feeling the effects of his first drink. Given how small the little raven was, and the fact that he didn't drink much or often, he was already beginning to feel that delightful warmth hit him; the excitement of a new free drink coming his way left him feeling a bit bolder.
"P-perhaps you'd let me make it up to you then, since I almost made you look bad and all..." He said, an innocently flirtatious tone to his light voice, his eyes glimmering more noticeably then. He'd give up that paycheck in a heartbeat to sneak Masakoto off somewhere with him so they could drink and enjoy one another in peace; without all of these judgmental eyes around.
Gently, he moved to touch Masakoto's forearm with his fingers, so thin and perfectly manicured, with that timid smile on his features. "Thank you by the way...you're so sweet to buy my drink." He murmured, praising the man he'd only just called handsome and kind; turning the humble, yet bashful charm on with an expert hand. A touch he withdrew from the red-head almost as soon as his statement ended, perhaps it would leave him wanting more. Though he didn't remain silent for long, the scorpion was on a roll now...laying his little trap with sprinkles of affection to lure in his companion; Koto certainly only had himself to blame if he got caught.
With that, he tore his gaze away for a few moments, enjoying the company of a handsome stranger and the sensation of his previous drink taking hold as he waited for another. The soft silken interior of the other man's blazer, along with the alcohol in his system, kept him delightfully warm and left him craving something to make his heart really pound. It was only then that he found the courage, or moreso the words given how much the young businessman made his stomach fill with butterflies, to propose something that might likely get both of them what they wanted.
"M-Masakoto I may step out for some fresh air once our drinks come...if you'd like to join me I certainly wouldn't mind; crowds make me a bit anxious."
Somewhere private, perhaps another balcony...anywhere but in the middle of all of these prying eyes.
