[ honey and mangos ]
As much as the attorney hated to admit it, the fact of the matter was he getting older everyday. It wouldn’t be long until he was celebrating three decades of life, and with age came the ever increasing struggle for good health. His busy schedule made it difficult to keep up with a gym routine, so instead he made every day a work out. Though he didn’t always wear his exercise clothes, Youngkwang was fortunate enough to be celebrating a day off and as a result he had spent the majority of the day running errands and he had happily traded his suit for an underarmour and white spandex shorts.
On his arm hung a bad of ingredients for dinner from a new health shop that had opened up down the street from his firm, and while he dreaded the idea of being seen by his coworkers in his current outfit he didn’t actually plan to stop by and let anyone get a long gander. That is, until a criminal decided to obstruct his vision. Slowing to a stop and placing one leg on the ground to hold himself upright he inwardly groaned. One did not easily forget a man like Eric Hawke, Youngkwang, especially. After all, the elder standing before him had put him through one hell of a trial not that long ago. He knew the conman had a tendency of lying to his face, thus he was far from excited to suddenly meet him again. Still, he wore a pressed smile because the elder was still just that, and the attorney was a mannerly young man.
"Eric Hawke, how good to see you again," he replied, blatantly ignoring the vaguely mocking comment. After all, one of them had killer thighs, and it wasn’t the aggressor in this case. "…Please tell me you aren’t about to get arrested again." It’s a joke. Well, at least half a joke.
So much for not mixing work and play agony.
He put his bottom lip out while giving his pockets the company of his hands. He then shook his head and stepped back to give Youngkwang a once over before bending down to one knee to look at his thighs rather closely. If there was anything in the world that made Eric excited, it was the ability to feel a bit of happiness when he'd have his opportunities to tease or to play. He was a man of thirty, only recently he got out of the twenties and that meant he had a little less of life.
So what does that mean?
His defense attorney was perfect for such a habit, though regretfully it was starting to get old with the fact that he's been his defense attorney for more than a few weeks. The poor soul has actually been with Eric for a -- actually, he stopped for a second while staring at Youngkwang's thighs and kept a straight face.
"Arrested? I don't know." He smirked softly and quickly brought a hand to the other's left thigh before he could get away from him. "I might end up getting arrested for biting into those honey thighs though." He stood up and faced Youngkwang with a teasing smirk, regardless of the slight height difference, Eric always some kind of seniority around the other.
Of course, everything and anything that had to do with power Eric wanted. Money, it was not important, it was a simple part of his life. A simple part, the hard parts were the women -- he never did well with women as far as relationships went. After all, he liked his women to be corrupted and short lived. He liked his money fresh and illegal, and he liked everything else to be a secret. From his name to his visuals, to his personality and to his likes and dislikes. Eric, a neutral man whom nobody really understood. With targets, he was not another man as others would think. It wasn't due to a sudden turn on of charisma and acting skill, he would never dare to let that slip. For once and for all, Eric molded his personality to what he wanted to become. The boy that was prideful and loving of life had left twelve years ago, he was a man that had no truth to him.
So Eric smiled and nudged Youngkwang softly while thinking about it, trying his very and utter best to keep a straight face at seeing the attire the other chose for today. So he looked down at the bag and rose a brow while seeing that his smile had disappeared at the showing of his least favorite fruit, "Mangos and thighs. What a combo."
