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hey. where u at

Edited 2018-11-29 02:04 (UTC)

checking out the new arrivals

do you want to come over and check out me instead?

[no one can say he doesn't know how to get daseul's attention.]

[ Well... it works... ]

are you home now

yeah, i am

coming

so long as you don't come too fast

[he swears he's not always like this, daseul just seems to bring it out of him...]

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[ December's been exhausting so far, and he still has more to do—

but he can take a small break to visit this new island in the sky, Patara; he's curious anyway, always insatiably so, so dressed warmly and fashionably (because who is he if he doesn't look stylish) he makes his ways through the streets of the new place. It's nice to see people aren't restricted by markings when it comes to purchasing things, not that he had to experience or anything....

...It's just nice. It'd be nicer if this could be the norm in the city. He's just stepping out of a shop with a loaded crepe, picking some berries off to pop in his mouth, when he sees ... Daseul.

He makes a face, thinks about leaving before he can be seen, and realizes his luck isn't actually that good when it comes to the other boy—so he's just going to cut out the middle man and head over instead. Small hopes, but maybe today won't be a headache; it isn't like Every conversation with Daseul turns out that way. A lot of them, but not all of them. ]

Good night ♪ [ Even though it's nowhere near night at all, actually. ] Enjoying PataRA?

[ Patara has been a godsend for Daseul. An expensive boy at heart, the stifling reality of not being able to purchase anything for himself has been slowly driving rich boy a little stir crazy, sick of his pilled sheets, his itchy clothes, the poor appliances in his apartment and the low quality of everything around him. It hasn't been an easy time- not that he'd ever tell anyone.

Here, though? Being able to buy himself clothes, coffee- even just little things has done wonders to cheer him up, and he's already feeling more like himself in a sweater worth four digits, slacks pressed to a sharp crease.

He seems pleased when he catches Natsume approaching, nursing his warm coffee. ]

Now I am.

[ Mood: lifted. ]

You came over to me.

[ That's new. ]

[ —Tch. Natsume's face pinches almost immediately, and he huffs slightly as he turns his gaze away, reaching for another berry off of his crepe. ]

Don't look so hapPY. I figured you would've seen me anyway and come to bother ME, so I simply took matters into my own hands inSTEAD. It wasn't for any special reason or anything like THAT... [ That classic Natsume tsun,

he tucks his chin into his scarf after he's had another little bite of his food, slowly turning his eyes back to Daseul to look him up and down a bit before he speaks again. ] ...AnyWAY, you look NICE. Are you going on a date with someone or someTHING?

[ It's rather strange how little the people here know about him, how he's been so poorly dressed for so long that not even Natsume knows this is the way he used to look on the daily. Freshly pressed shirts dropped off by the housekeepers each morning, his blazer drycleaned and neatly hung on the back of his door. Here, it's kind of just... tattoo first, everything else later.

Natsume isn't wrong though; if he hadn't approached Daseul, Daseul absolutely would have beelined to Natsume the second he saw him. As is his way, after all. ]

Yes.

[ He holds out his arm in response, gesturing for Natsume to take it. ]

Let's go.

[ He stares blankly at him for a moment, then his arm, then back to... him... ]

...You're kidding, RIGHT?

[ ...No, he isn't, is he. He rolls his eyes, glancing away again. He could refuse, but he already knows Daseul's more persistent than... well, a lot of people he knows, actually, and he frowns against his scarf for a moment before he sighs. ]

FINE, but I'm not taking THAT. [ His arm, he means. ] We'll just walk normalLY. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea about US.

[ He is absolutely not kidding, and he would have loved if Natsume decided to throw him a bone and touch his arm without first trying to give him an Indian burn. Though he's not delusional enough to actually think it would happen.

He drops his arm back to his side, not unhappy with the rejection, more curious that Natsume decided to hang out with him anyway. ]

Can I feed you?

[ What was that about people getting the wrong idea? ]

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( continued. )

[ Well... it's a weird turn of events, but not entirely out of the realm of possibilities. This wasn't exactly something unpredictable and unreadable.

But, it's also cute that Izumi thinks Daseul wouldn't follow him to the bathroom. He follows at a leisurely pace; wherever Izumi goes, it should be in this building, and there's only one elevator that leads to Eichi's loft. If everything else fails, at least he'll get to figure out where Izumi lives.

He slips out the door quietly, casually. No urgency at all. ]

Leaving early?

[ shit. izumi had just hit the down button, whirling around to face him with a glare. he's not so creeped out as much as ticked off that the tables have finally turned against him, but he figures that it's going to happen sooner or later.

just. not in a city where sex is encouraged.

this is bad. but izumi is all about being professional so he does his best to look calm despite his rising temper. ]

Yeah, you've just ruined my mood. [ ding! goes the lift. ] And it's late.

[ That's the beauty of elevators; they never come immediately when you need them. Daseul catches up easily, watching the number climb higher and higher. ]

I'm flattered I was able to do that so quickly.

[ Though he has learned that apparently he's quite annoying. ]

Isn't it too early to go home alone?

Yes, if you're a child. Besides, I'm already tired of your bullshit as it is, and I still don't know who the fuck you are and what you want from me, so if you can just - you know - piss off like I said, I'd really fucking appreciate it.

[ he looks and sounds so fucking done. just five more floors left, and all izumi can do is pray that it's full of people so that he won't have to be alone with this creep. ]

Daseul Kim.

[ We've been through this, Izumi! He tilts his head a little, almost like a confused animal, but more to get a read on what Izumi is feeling. He's very prickly, but it's sexy. ]

I saw you on the Dub app, I'm attracted to you, and I think you sound like the kind of person I would be interested in.

...Oh. It's you.

[ utter deadpan. right, he recalls the profile icon. kind of. ]

Seriously, you still remember that? Why did it take you so long to approach me, then? I've already moved on from that.

are you trying to give me some new ideas

i fucking got hacked. someone's doxxing me.

your tech training didnt come in very handy then

nothing's compromised on my end, it's data pulled from other people's phones.

someone's data dumping and i'm going to fucking stab them if i find them first.