Kiss Kiss Fall in Debt.

You knew better than to do things that might annoy Kyoya. He was easily annoyed, especially while working. Really though, he would get over it. The other young man was surprisingly forgiving of your transgressions and when it came down to it you were rarely selfish. Just this once, you decided, you would do something entirely for yourself.

He wasn’t so much as forgiving as he was tolerant. There were many behaviors Kyoya had adjusted to over the years and being bothered while working had been one of them. Being tackled, fitted into ridiculous costumes and, putting on a sweet face for people he couldn’t stand were also within his range of talents. Being flung out of his chair into an all encapsulating gesture of affection was a relatively new experience even by Dirk’s behaviors, especially as of recent. 

Makoto was shocked that someone knew even vaguely where he was from. He hadn’t stopped wearing pieces of his school uniform, if only because it gave him a sense of normalcy, especially in tough situations. And his boss at the club seemed to think it added to his ‘mystique’, whatever that meant. He had seen the dark haired boy there, actually, a few times, and had been told by Dirk to talk to him if he ever needed any help at work. Of course he had done his best NOT to need to ask for help, and luckily waiting tables was fairly easy.

“That’s correct. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, even if the circumstances are less than satisfactory,” he said, sitting next to him with his own glass of wine. It was one of the less finely aged ones he had collected which was less than savory to him but, it was effective in taking the edge off and keeping him grounded. Noting how the other wrinkled his nose Kyoya suspected he was new to liquor, though he assumed Makoto noticed the label stating it was such.  “Well. If you’d like we could search for them together. I’ve been making it my mission to keep an eye on events happening throughout the city,” he said, already having noticed the distress on the other boy’s features. He knew the feeling of not knowing how to deal with these large scale terrors all too well. But being idle was something he was working actively to overcome though any means possible. “I’ve set up an array of cameras and bugs to survey as much as possible. Granted, a good many of them have gotten burned up in explosions and whatnot but with any luck we may be able to locate your friends.” 

Forget-Me-Nots [closed]

He had been working on advertising strategies to make the club a bit more accessible to those who seemed apprehensive to the establishment.  Far from a graphic designer, Kyoya was relying on his own aesthetic sensibilities alone. However, there were certain things that stood in his way. Such as correct printing procedures.  Examining the flier he had pieced together, he wrinkled his nose at the reflective gloss. No. That wouldn’t do. He was just about to return to the settings when he was overtaken by a brash force, chair skidding a few feet before ejecting him and his attacker onto the floor. At first he went to scream for Dirk, only to feel lips and teeth colliding with his. A graceful kiss it was not. “Dirk! What is the meaning of this?” he hissed, attempting to shove him off. The pain in his hip had lit up as he moved, a reminder of which one made contact with the floor first. “Can’t you see I’m trying to keep our business at the pique of what it can be? You can’t just come barging in here while I’m trying to-” 

You can’t tell if he’s happy or not, but you smile anyway, attempting to prove that you enjoy how much effort he’s put into things.

Dirk knew better than to argue for the fact of arguing. He liked cake, he liked Kyoya, and he had every intention of eating said cake baked for him. Taking the forkful into his mouth he gave a small nod. It was quite edible, and while Dirk was no food critic (honestly it was probably better that way) it seemed to be quite good to him.

You know it makes sense, Kyoya is all about being logical. Still… you can’t help but imagine that if you were him… the other Dirk, that this conversation wouldn’t need to happen in the first place. You’re just sick and tired of your memories being fucked around with.

“You’re quite welcome,” he says, giving a slight huff of approval. The feeling of walking on eggshells was indeed, always present. It was in fact, one of Kyoya’s least favorite things to do. With the people he cared about, he tended to be a bit more on the blunt side. Luckily, he had experience when dealing with those with a more sensitive ego. It was fun to tease, but occasionally one had to play nice. 

   ❝i…what. hang on. what. what international fame. what…i dont…❞

{ MEGANE CHARACTER. }

Life as of the past month or so had been… extremely confusing for you, for starters. You hadn’t worked up the nerve to ask Kyoya straight up about what happened over Valentines Day, leaving you to believe the entire thing was his way of simply placating you in a manner of speaking. You two were closer now, of course, that happened with time when you lived with someone. But you were fairly sure that if you were dating (which was still something of a question mark in your mind), that a good amount of that whole ‘marriage’ conversation needed to still be forgotten. In Kyoya’s world he would never have had the luxury of a marriage of desire and not one of convenience for his family.

“I was wondering when you would ask about that,” he said with a sigh, setting down the tea he’d started to brew for himself. Dirk’s habit to overanalyze situations occasionally caused him to get stuck in his own head. Kyoya was becoming accustomed to this particular brand of anxiety, but he’d been hoping to move past the matter and have a nice rooftop occasion. Still, he attempted patience. “I suppose if it’s bothering you then it would be better to discuss it now.”

{ - - ♛ The interchange had gone better than she expected - as it did not involve as much blood spill and caterwauling as she first thought. His doubt and remarks concerning her monarchial background did not faze her in a bad manner either, as she suppose her title was more of a decoration than anything. Besides, no one here had heard about Novoselic as far as she knew. 

A shred of sympathy crept into his conscience. The young woman must have been rather gullible to have been tricked. It was reminiscent to blunders of his old friend, Tamaki, when he was first introduced to the city. While Kyoya missed him dearly, he was glad that he’d been freed from the trappings of the city. Unlike Tamaki however, this girl had obviously learned from her mistakes. Something Kyoya deemed as commendable. Handing her a tactfully designed business card, she would note that the club abbreviated as ‘Doki Doki Night Club’. For a variety of reasons, he felt this to be more tactful. 

{ MEGANE CHARACTER. }

{ - - ♛    The sudden proclamation from the stranger startled her, and she at once dropped the unlawfully purloined item to the ground. Unfortunately, said product was a can of “Old El Paso Taco Sauce”, and the red substance was quickly splattered all over the boutique floor. 

The amount of slang and antiquated vernacular being charged at him came as a bit of a shock to Kyoya. So for a few moments he simply remained silent, allowing the girl time to say what she needed as it gave him time to process it as well. While Kyoya was rather adept at English and, a few other languages, he certainly hadn’t encountered anything referencing a portable toilet. It was easy enough to piece together, however.

You were confused, very very confused. You knew Kyoya had the capability for humor, you just never saw that side of him. It was something that came with having a… uh… roommate? with a serious streak and something to prove. You never complained, because you preferred Kyoya not thinking about it and simply allowing him to be himself without outside interference. He is, as pathetic as it is to say, perfect in your mind without needing to “loosen up” or anything of the sort. You both have quirks, annoying ones at that, but you honestly don’t mind his. It’s actually what causes a lot of awkwardness between you two at this point, because it’s impossible to express your fondness for him and wanting to be around him constantly without sounding like a huge dweeb with a mad crush.

Kyoya’s brand of humor, like many things, was at worst quite mean and at best incredibly dry. This particular attempt at humor was the slightly forced and, a calculated attempt to add variety into their daily routines. While a simulation of a hostage situation was not a conventional date idea, but Kyoya trusted it to be titillating.

Dirk pauses as he allows Kyoya to pull him in, and realized this was a very nice pose to be in. Kyoya was surprisingly warm, and smelled nicely of soap and laundry detergent that came with freshly cleaned laundry. He stayed like that up until Kyoya pulled away, forcing a small smile. “Right… me too. So long as you’re here, and we care about one another, that’s all that really matters.”

“Yes well, I’d think I should be at least somewhat used to your antics by now,” he said, bringing Dirk’s head into his shoulder once again. It was hard to tell how he was feeling from his calm demeanor, but he hazarded a guess that it wasn’t a positive reaction. The best course of action would to be to do what he could for him in terms of affection, though it might not be kind of physical attention he wanted.

there is no winning [closed]

A fair amount of people in the Hive were devoid of abilities or physical strength. Kyoya, one of the many who had taken refuge, mostly by his own will. Though as per usual, he never quite stopped operating. Oh contraire he was very much an active participant of this war, he was simply a less visible element. Using his revenue from the nightclub, he had managed to purchase quite a span of electronic flies on the wall. It was crude compared to the surveillance machines he had access to once before, but effective none the less.