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He had given her chocolates, as he usually did the day of, but Antonio hadn’t been expecting anything from his daughter. Countenance immediately softens at the gift & after opening it he places a kiss to her forehead. “It’s lovely. Thank you, Ao. —Would you mind helping me put it on?” 

“Yes, Ao? What is it—?”

“So far I like it. My daughter likes a good deal of cuisine from the country she was born in, so there’s not too huge of a gap.” Antonio had never tried anything too crazy, but anything tasted better than the shitty MREs he ate on missions. “Ah, then we are! I’d say I was surprised to not have seen you around, but this campus is rather large. I should be here for another eight months—maybe I’ll see you around then?” He motioned toward the door of an upscale looking steakhouse. “I’ve already had a table reserved. Shall we?”

“The thighs usually—have I mentioned my boss has killer legs? As in she has literally choked me out with them before. & I’ve seen her snap a neck with them.” That’s definitely sexy to him. Incredibly so.

i still am really sick, so idk how long i’ll be on this account for. i’ve been on @predatordoll for the week. 

30: Do you watch porn?

“I’m in quite the foul mood—if you irritate me, I might crush your trachea.”

sorry for the lack of activity on here! i’ve been incredibly ill for the past couple of weeks. i’ve the most muse for vanya at the moment, so i’m over at @predatordoll when i have the energy.

“Actively try to ask more of me, okay?” He liked the thought of them being together, but this was a nice start. “And I’ll promise to stop bringing up my age. I can tell it bothers you.” At the same time, if this was all that they ever had between each other, he’d be happy. “Will you stay with me tonight, then? I’d rather cuddle you than have you go home.”

“I like to think that it won’t---but that’s to help me sleep at night.” The kiss helped him feel better. It was hard to be anxious when the person he worried for was perched on his lap. “You may have me, then. I have a feeling I’d regret it for the end of my days if I said no, too.” The tea had been forgotten in place of him wrapping his arms around Shiro’s waist. “Remember though, you need to try and rely on me too, okay?”

“It’s not so much that---it’s just that I’m old for an assassin. It’d be unfair to try and start something with you when our life expectancy is so much less.” Shiro was involved to some extent, he knew, but they were still going to college and had art. It didn’t have to end up being the end all for Shiro. “Leaving you behind after such a short time would be selfish, don’t you think?”

“Ah, you’re very creative with your flower arrangement, aren’t you?” Granted the foam core the flowers were supposed to be in was still vacant. In fact, the flowers were all over him, all over her, all over the floor, but not at all where they were supposed to be. “It was foolish to hold you back with a single artistic medium. Where else do you want to put them, little hydrangea?” He chuckled before plucking a daisy up from the pile and braiding it into her hair. 

“Good. I prefer your warmth.” What a cheesy, stupid thing to say. It must have been the notion of love getting the better of him. “It’s...funny. Or perhaps pathetic that I cling to formalities as if they will save me from getting hurt again.” Glasses were plucked off the bridge of his nose & set gently at the edge of the table. “Truth be told, Shiro, your presence has made me very happy.”

“Ah...let’s be honest Shiro. I’m far past my prime for my line of work. It’s only a matter of time.” The warmth given was taken away just as quickly. A part of him wanted to complain. He smiled despite his own intrusive thoughts, tried his best to shake off a decade’s worth of anxiety. Probably failed. But at least he tried. “Thank you, Mister Yoshiwara.”

“And I haven’t done much of anything either.” It wasn’t the best of replies, but he wasn’t quite feeling himself. “Truth be told, Mister Yoshiwara, I’m feeling a bit old. It was in February that I met my ex-fiance and wasted a good number of years being fooled by him.” 

“!?” He had been staring at a computer screen for hours, but gentle touches along his jawline served as a distraction to his work. Shiro, of course, he knew the touch without having to look up from his reading---but the cheek pinching was what did him in. “Shiro...is this some odd way of demanding attention?”