DROPPIN' TAGS!

There are not enough words in the dictionary to even BEGIN to describe the frustration Kayn feels when Haru is like this— he wants to tell him to come down off his HIGH HORSE, that he's being entirely too cocky ( as usual ), but to be truthful, Kayn doesn't even remember what it was they were arguing about in the first place.

❝ You know what, I'm going to be the bigger man and hang up firs— ❞ a thought the rockstar doesn't get to finish, the line going dead as the artist beats Kayn to the END CALL button. ❝ Dammit!!! ❞

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── MODERN VERSE

It's frankly a miracle how Haruko's retinas hadn't snapped yet, considering how hard he was tugging them per eye roll he was sure that the threads would entangle and he'd go blind. He'd almost rather that then to hear Kayn drone on and on about the same narcissistic bullshit that brought them both to be having this stupid conversation in the first place. Haru couldn't even remember the origin of the call let alone why Kayn had decided to bitch and moan to him of all people; oh yeah, he was sure that signing autographs and having girls slobber all over the rockstar's dick was the most agonizing thing. Still, there's something pathetically funny about how Kayn mopes and weeps about his shortcomings, or what he thinks they are. What was that phrase again?

False modesty is a guilty habit. Yeah ... That's what he had told Yone before - this was the opposite of that. His lip curled in thought as he idly brought a pen up to nibble upon, humming in agreement with whatever nonsense Kayn was saying. His black eyes scanned along the many nick nacks placed upon his desk, actively trying to distract himself from the proverbial garbage spilling from Kayn's mouth. That's when he hears it, "hang up" and he doesn't hesitate to toss the phone onto his desk and lean back in his chair,

"What a weirdo."

I would like request interaction with Ortho and Deuce

"Ortho! Happy Birthday to you! I hope that this year you will have good luck and happiness. Unfortunately, I don't have money to give you a gift, so I give you this wish,hope you don't mind about that."

"Ummm Deuce,you don't mind when I hug you like that?So......Yeah..... I'm too tired but it's hard to sleep, so I want try to hug you to make more comfortably.When I sleep better, you can gently remove my hand from your body as well then?Okay though?

“Whoa!--- you really came!” He didn’t appear to be the slightest bit upset nor did he look hung up on your last sentence.

“Don’t worry too much about it :D, after everything I don’t really mind a bit more luck! This year provided a lot of new stuff that I don’t regret experiencing. I do have you to partially thank for that…” Eyes closed but his expression dispersed any sign of disappointment.

“You’re lucky you came before the others could finish everything heheh~ c’mon dig in! After that— Big brother can take our picture, that can be your gift for me today ^-^.”

"Does holding someone...help you sleep?" He's trying to not fumble over the whole situation. It was a bit sudden but you were having trouble weren't you?

"S-sure— I'll try to not move too much but... are you really sure this'll help—" Deuce could feel your body relaxing, arms draped around his torso fell limp.

"Ah... sleep well." He's getting sleepy to, maybe a familiar person's warmth isn't too bad after all.

"I guess, you trust me enough..."

⸢𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 ➽ 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄⸥

in enters evelynn, breasting bobbily into the office

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── MODERN VERSE

Her assistant regards her with a singular quirked brow when he noticed certain assets appeared differently, had she used some of those freaky demon powers to ... change her bust size? Perhaps she just was wearing a push - up bra but everything was so bouncy it was difficult to tell; he scans his mind with a curious head-tilt ... No no, that would have appeared on her monthly statement (vigorously scanned each time for any sign of fraudulent behavior) ... Maybe a gift from Akali? ... Or FOR Akali.

"Don't those hurt your back? I suppose you needn't much worry about that what with all of the spooky demonic abilities. However whatever quality bra you've purchased I would reccomend a different kind - breast support garments are supposed to do exactly that: support. You look as though you've taped two water balloons to your chest and they're just ... " His hand waves around erratically, "As your best friend and deepest confidant, I only find it appropriate that I tell you, unless of course you're not wearing a bra and you've shifted. I imagine Akali finds that quite fun."

[Tarhos to Haru ❤] - I'm bringing you lunch, I'm almost there

A quick text to let his boyfriend know he'd be stopping by, but it wasn't really like anything was going on at work today. He wasn't really needed there and he wasn't in any hurry either. Instead he parked his car next to Haru's and walked inside setting the take out he had gotten them on the counter. Something simple and easy that they both liked.

"I hope I'm not bothering you, but... I thought you might like the company. It's been a slow day."

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── MODERN VERSE

The water feels cool on his hands as it cascades down the faucet, cleansing the soap from his bronzed hands, a sign of a job well done as he glanced over to his client. The young woman was admiring the covered work with awe and excitement, chirping to him like a happy bird while he finished washing up. Haruko tilts his head to the side with a pleased expression, warm like the sun in reaction to her joy - but all things had to come to an end as she then regarded her friends. It was always like that, first tattoos were special things - the beginning of a journey ... in a strange way. Soon again Haru is left alone in the shop once more, his palm caressing the top of Bonnie's head affectionately while he knelt infront of her, "You did a good job, keepin' her calm like that, ohhhh who's my pretty girl? Yes! It's you!"

His praise is quickly cut short when the phone bursts to like on his desk, he can practically see Bonnie rolling her eyes at the thought of her snuggle time being interrupted. The artist pushes himself off of the ground to pluck the receiver off of the hook and lean against the nearby wall, "Good afternoon, Haruko Nakasone, how can I help you?" His lips feel parched while the man on the other line begins to speak, quickly switching hands as to reach towards his desk's chapstick; his curiosity picques at the notice of a text message in his inbox - flagged for his lover. Black brows furrow as he hangs up the line with a quick 'goodbye' towards the inquiry and finally opens the text, sent 15 minutes ago. The young man scanned over the words ... A bounce in his step pushes him from the nearby wall, his palm caresses his cheek in delight at the message: it was something he had learned to not expect. But lately ... lately Tarhos had been so ... romantic. Little gifts, lunch here and there, movie nights - effort that made Haruko feel like a swooning schoolgirl.

His black curls jump when the bell chimes at the door and his husband catches him in such a dreamy position, his first reaction makes him nearly toss his phone into his desk with a light flinch. Something innocent flutters to Haru's face as his expression lightens into a shy grin, dark eyes crinkling in warm regards to the man infront of him - like a blossoming rose. The polite entrance catches him off guard, softening him with a shake of his head, "You're never a bother to me, babe - I ... I'm sorry I didn't answer, I had only just seen it. But ... " He begins his approach, "I'd love the company, it always gets slow 'round this time of day, everyone's off having coffee or taking a nap ... It's like the whole city decides to momentarily turn off." Haruko closes the space between them with a quick kiss, about to speak before Bonnie stuck her head out from around his hip to raise her paw to Tarhos.

"Haha, let me - let me get you a chair. And no no, you're always welcome at the shop I just ... I just don't want to interrupt you during your day, all up in your high rise office buildings. Plus, I'm dating you, you never bother me - I mean, you do but not when you do shit like this. Alright chief? You can stop by whenever you feel like it but..." he saunters back with his hair swaying from side to side, jumping sweetly when his back hit his desk, opting to instead sit on top of it. "I'd like it if you did..."

Vittorio flips through the pages of notes he had translated as he presses the receiver to his ear. To say he was excited about his discoveries was an understatement so much so that he nearly jumped when he heard Haru pick up on the other end, "Haru, you'll never believe what I found. It's your name. Written clear as day in the first few pages, oh there's so much I have to tell you. Perhaps we could meet over coffee? That is if your gruff companion allows it." - modern

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── MODERN VERSE

The sudden ringing of the shop's phone ripped Haru from his half-snooze with a jolt, dark eyes snapping open against Tarhos' chest - worry was next to flood over him as he stumbled over to the phone. How long had he been out for? His aching body flopped into his chair with a groan, rubbing at his sleep-filled eyes as he lifted it off of the receiver to his ear to answer. His black curls bounced as he jumped once more at Vit's sudden monologue, his own lips turning into a bright smile as the museum curator continued. He'd be lying if he denied how infectious Vittorio's joy was; the man was like a sunbeam - and his own eyes sparkled as he shared within the excitement. The artist mouthed out his name to Tarhos, pointing to the phone with an eager nod to meet up until -

What?

His lifted brows began to fall low along with the quickly fading smile, downturning into a scowl - his what? Haruko glanced over to his boyfriend, features automatically softening at how delirious the man one, especially when he realized that Haru had been replaced with a very eager Bon Bon. His abyssal eyes closed and the frustration in his body language crackled into a blackened storm cloud above his head - teeth gritting as his free hand gripped the armrest. His lips curled up to reveal canines ready to rip and tear, his blood felt like it was burning. Vitriol dripped off of his words:

"You know what Vit - maybe we shouldn't until you learn some f - " He was struggling to keep his temper, he didn't wanna seem like he was flipping shit at Vit over nothing at all. He could just politely correct him, that little perfect shit Robin would be able to do that, but instead he was sitting there gripping the phone until his knuckled paled. Play stupid. Play stupid - how long had he been ignoring the obvious signs? Keep your temper -- "Do you have a problem or som - " Haru clicked the phone down onto the receiver sharply, god his head felt like a fucking vice and his teeth were ready to crumble under the pressure from his tensed jaw. "You have off for the rest of the day, right Tar?" Fine. Fine - he'd meet that fucking shit for coffee, but he was going to be damned if he wasn't littered head to toe in hickeys and bites. "Kinda want you to own me for the night, think you can do that for me Daddy? - Haha, I'm so fucking mad - "

Tarhos tossed his keys in the bowl and shrugged off his work jacket, loosening his tie and peeling out of his button-up. Late nights at work were usually fine just tiring. Babysitting people for a signing, but at least he wasn't traveling as often as he used to. That sucked. He always hated hotels and the feeling that came with being away from home for too long and knowing you won't be back for months. He reached back to pull down his hair when he stopped in his tracks reaching their bedroom.

Haru looked so tired, but god was he cute. Standing there in his hoodie that might as well have been a dress on him, but he was so perfect rubbing the sleep out of his dark eyes. He knew he was smiling from how his boyfriend laughed, but he couldn't help it. He leans down resting his hands on his hips as he kissed his forehead, "I didn't mean to wake you dear. I'll get ready for bed in a minute, I just want to shower first." - Tarhos @ Haru modern

═══ 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ═══ MODERN VERSE

The blackness of the room behind him framed his body almost perfectly as he held the handle of their door, the darkness sunk down into his curls and into his eyes - the only thing inside of them was the reflection of his boyfriend. Haruko shifted within the crimson fleece while he blinked the sleep from his eyes despite the obvious puffed lids and the pink outline along his bottom lashes. The artist relaxed within his hold, a bubbly, fluttering feeling rising within his chest as he looped his arms around his boyfriend's waist. That sweet kiss upon his forehead transcends him back into reality, and he finds it nearly impossible to meet Tarhos' tired gaze, instead opting to bury his face into his chest.

"I…I'm glad you did, I…I think I was having a nightmare," the confession was somewhat muffled within the confines of his boyfriend's chest, not to mention how quietly it was whispered - as though he did not want anyone to hear. How could one think they were having a nightmare? Haruko takes in the scent of his cologne as deeply as he can, filling his lungs until they're so full of Tarhos he feels like he'll pop. His hands slithered up his strong back, silently remarking about how large he was in comparison - but to what? Or rather, who? "Uh - " he pulls away stiffly to hide the way his canine bites down into his plush lower lip and the fingertip that slides under his eyes. Haruko stutters over the next words, and it appears that his body is unwilling to move in the way he wants as his nails brush Tarhos' elbows.

"I…Would…Would I be ok to join you..? I-I can…" Why do the scars on his wrists suddenly ache so much? What misery etched itself onto his face when he finally looked up to him, as if the only way he could be close to someone was to try and give them something back. Something to make himself worthwhile, as though he wasn't enough just as he was; who had told him otherwise? Why couldn't he remember? "I can…make it worth a bit more time up - ugh - I'm…sorry, nevermind."

Shit.