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Post by aki li on Mar 6, 2020 16:10:48 GMT
"If we get this off the shelves, we'll be doing the public a service. You'll get a head-start in hero work," he quipped in reply.
The thrill of conquest fading, Aki started to sorely regret his life choices. That had been a lot of liquid to drink in one go. Not to mention, the brazen impropriety of drinking straight out of someone else's cup. And, all for a petty challenge? He was supposed to have manners. He could imagine his parents staring down the table, with identical stone-faces of implied disapproval.
All the better that they wouldn't find out, then. He doubted they'd enjoy finding out he'd had a meal prepared by someone without food safety accreditation, either.
He spooned the last bite of omurice into his mouth -- barely tasting it as he chewed. The only flavour in his mouth was an orange-adjacent sweet. (He had regrets.) His meal finished, he set his spoon neatly back down in his plate, and inclined his head at Hyousuke in a small bow.
"Thank you for the meal." He had enough basic manners to remember that, at least -- but he couldn't resist adding: "If I find myself mysteriously bedridden, I'll be sure to talk my lawyers out of invoicing you."
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Mar 8, 2020 3:31:07 GMT
"Blood from a stone." Hyousuke mentioned, flashing a wry smirk and waving his hand dismissively. "But if you're going to have me pay my debts back by working, I'm sure I'll find a job as a chef." He paused for a moment, letting the joke settle, before moving on. "Trust me though, my baking's definitely better than my cooking. Not that this is exactly difficult to beat, but- look, you get the point." He took Aki's plate once he was next to him, and stacked it atop his own, with their glasses following suit. "But don't just take my word for it. I'll let you have a taste of a batch - you might be needing a dentist with how sweet my stuff is though."
The dirty dishes were walked over to the sink, and dumped unceremoniously onto the side, to be washed - or perhaps just used - later on. "I'll let you know when I-" He paused, and brought his hand to his chin as a thought struck him. "Wait, I can't call you, can I? I don't have your number."
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Post by aki li on Mar 10, 2020 16:01:16 GMT
"Hm," Aki hummed, finger tapping at the base of his chin, a vague mirror of Hyousuke's motions. "That's right. I don't think you do."
He tugged his phone out of his pocket -- and hesitated, stalling as he wiped the screen off with the glove at the base of his palm. He wasn't in the habit of giving out his number to people, not usually, and not without caution; he had a separate phone, in possession of his family's PR team, that he kept for business enquiries. There was always the risk of his number being leaked out to some unsavouries. It had happened before: mostly to his older brother, but sometimes to him, and changing numbers was always hassle.
But, then -- his eyes flicked between the white of the bandages over Hyousuke's hands, and the plate in the sink. Something warm settled in his gut. It didn't feel like indigestion.
He unlocked his phone, opened up the "Add Contact" screen, and slid it over the table to Hyousuke.
"I'll drop you a message after," he said, waving down at his phone. "This would sell for a pretty penny on some markets, so I expect proper recompense. I accept payment in baked goods."
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Post by Hyousuke Suzuki on Mar 14, 2020 19:18:27 GMT
All of the subtleties were lost on Hyousuke. He'd heard a few bits and pieces here and there about how Aki came from money, but he didn't think that his number would be any kind of commodity. So, when he looked at Aki, the expectant look in his eyes was about as unassuming as could be managed. He was just a friend, waiting for something. Despite him looking the part of a stereotypical dumb jock or rough-edged delinquent, he seemed sort of... innocent. All that changed when he took the phone was the expectant look fading, and his eyes glancing down at the screen to type his number in.
"Aw," he responded, a look of mock disappointment filling his face. "And here I was hoping to sell you out for coffee money. I suppose I could text you when I've got some brownies ready though. Might even get you some ice cream to go with it." A complete lie, of course. Hyousuke was going to get ice cream regardless of whether or not Aki would come by to sample his wares - there was no way that he would eat an entire tray of brownies without heaping some vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce onto at least one of them slices.
The phone was handed back. Tempted as he'd been to list himself as "Handsome Devil," Hyousuke had instead just given his name. A tad boring, maybe, but at least it was obvious whose number it was.
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Post by aki li on Mar 17, 2020 17:52:58 GMT
"Coffee money?" Aki gasped, incredulous. "If you're trading it for the instant sort, I might have to rethink exchanging numbers with you. It's worth at least two weeks of coffee at the Black Cat Café."
It was an empty threat. Even as he spoke, he thumbed through his contacts for Hyousuke's newly-added number, sorting it into the currently three-people-strong "Schoolmates" group. He flicked his messaging app open, typed up a message ("If you sell this for lunch money, make sure you get truffle."), and hit send. Standing up, he locked his phone, and slid it into his pocket.
"As much as I'd like to stay and talk, I have things I must attend to," he said, straightening the wrinkles out his pants with the flat of his palm. "I'll hold you to the brownies and ice-cream, but --" He grimaced in the direction of the carton, thankfully and finally empty "-- I'll bring the drinks, next time. Maybe some real, actual orange."
With that said, he spun around, ready to leave -- took a step, and stopped for a beat. "And," he started, turning his head to look at Hyousuke over his shoulder. "All the best. With the Sports Festival."
He paused for barely a second before turning away again, leaving the room at a measured brisk-walk -- the kind of pace you would expect from someone who had places to be, things to see. Only, somehow, for reasons he couldn't discern, he was suddenly hyper-aware of the weight of phone in his pocket as he left.
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