— ᴄʟᴜᴇʟᴇss ;;

are you ready?

Cuties. uvu

He watched as the elder hurried to grab his phone, his eyes growing wide as he heard the cooing that immediately followed the moment pictures were shown. Hiroki couldn’t hide the amused smile curling on his lips, turning away to cover his mouth with his sleeve before he looked back to him, his face serious — or as serious as he could make it in that moment. “He really is cute, but I still think you might have a slight obsession.”

“Obsession or not, Jonas is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and I love him so much that it hurts.” Looking at the pictures again, the male sighed and locked his phone again (though his screen lock was the picture of the turtle anyway). “Do you have any pets? I bet you’d feel the same if you had pets.”

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“You are the meanest!” She replied trying to play off hurt before raising her hand to her heart and smiled. “Which is why I like to keep you around.” 

Laughing, the hairdresser nodded and gave a dramatic sigh before pushing the plate over to her. “You’ve proven a worthy friend, you can have some.”

Takahiro, the wuss, didn’t feel at least the tiny bit reassured by the females response and patted his pockets. Finally finding the tissue he was looking for, the hairdresser put it against his nose and blew as hard as he could. Looking into the tissue he found nothing and let out a huge sigh of relief. “I saved the nation.”

“Please.”

You said your mother only smiled on her TV show.

“But I thought you were my friend!” 

“Eh? Come on, labels are for pop cans.” He’s just gonna pop another tator tot into his mouth with a wide smile.

“Come here, I’m marking you so that everyone will know who you belong to.” 

“But you know they are my favorite. You can’t do this to me.” 

“I’m pretty sure it was Darwin who said--first come first serve.”

“Well since I’m here, I should get pampered, too. No? I’ve been wearing snapbacks way too often lately, so my hair looks like a fucking mess. Mind styling? Make me look somewhat presentable, you know, so I can actually look like I work here and not some beggar picked up from the streets, forced into this black apron.” He attempted to crack a joke, to lighten the mood. To make the man comfortable, since after all, he was the pro at this field. “I’ll make sure there are no future consequences. To be honest, it should go smoothly. Besides, there are two things men in this world fear the most, power and money. You bring up death and/or offer up a higher deal, men swoon around, begging to be forgiven. It’s just that simple and quite pathetic if you ask me. Just terrible though, once you enter the underground world, there’s no way out.”    

“Yeah, I was told a lot of times not to get into stuff like that. My high-school was kind of known for that kind of stuff and my brother sort of..dabbled? But never a hundred percent and super cautious. He’s weird. Twenty-one years old and already knows how to do business. Don’t get me wrong, he’s my brother and I love him and all but--” He shook his head as he pushed up his sleeves. “I wouldn’t cross him. I barely see him these days but we have this like--mutual agreement.” He shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows, “You’re also kind of sounding like a drama, not going to lie.”

“Please tell me you don’t mean that…” 

“No promises. I am very protective over my tator tots.”