#artsgasm

Jeez, Akira wanted to groan at how much of a tease Yusuke was indirectly being. He wanted those lips to trailer up his arm, his neck and to his lips. But the ever charming, traditional Yusuke went for his hand.

“You know, it might be the fact I’m wearing a skirt right now.” a joke seemed the best response as Akira cupped the side of Yusuke’s face. Leaning down he steeled himself a pressed a kiss to his forehead. A little bit of the pink gloss leaving a little residue. But it made Akira even antsier, like he claimed Yusuke silently.

Did he steal the mask? Yes, yes he did.  Is he giving it back? Pfft. Not a chance. Besides, he looks adorable as heck with it.

“Yusuke,” Akira started, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen over them as they made their way back to Leblanc. “Have you been getting enough to eat?”

While Yusuke had been picking out art supplies at the store, Akira had been staring. He had no qualms about accompanying Yusuke and waiting around as the artist shopped, but while he idled around, there was a lot of time for him to observe his surroundings, including his friend. 

Akira had been surprised to learn how fit the artist was when Yusuke joined the Phantom Thieves. His stature was deceptive; Fox’s body was thin and lanky, but his strength quickly became one of their most vital assets.

As his friend looked critically at a selection of paints, Akira couldn’t help but think that even for his naturally thin body, he was too thin. 

The quips Yusuke had made in the past lingered at the edge of his mind. Ever since Yusuke moved out, he’d been having a hard time feeding himself. Besides, he wasn’t the best at managing his fiances...

          It is late afternoon, precisely 5:22 pm.  The user is still at Kosei high school, in the art room.  He has been staring at a blank canvas for a approximately 1.5 hours, although KAITO’s hologram, being set to off while other people are around, has just flickered to life.  The adult, the user’s teacher, has just left.           ( >CALL: data --> history --> user history.  >DATA: user requests one of four music playlists while painting roughly fifty percent of the time.  >INQUIRE? [yes] )           Walking to the edge of his display pad, the small songbot turns face upward to the frustrated artist, though the display of the Shigure scarf flickers. ( >LOG: maintenance --> hologram display error --> CRITICAL? [no]  >CONTACT ADMINISTRATOR? [queue for shutdown] )

                              “ da vιncι, woυld yoυ lιĸe мe play one oғ yoυr                                 ‘paιnтιng’ ѕeтlιѕтѕ? ”

@artsgasm

A sound like a freight train rang out before the car was hit, sending it and its passengers sprawling across the ground. They were surround by Shadows. There was a series of attacks on the group leaving them weakened.

Joker managed to get to his feet, swaying slightly. He was able to dodge one of the strikes but the next one wouldn't miss. Clenching his jaw he braced himself for impact.

"Watch out!"

A strong hand shoved him in the back, moving him out of the path of danger. Twisting around as he fell he saw his friend now in the path of the Shadow's oncoming attack.

             “A game? I see...“ Arsene did attempt to gleam whatever game this one, before a smirk came over his lips, “So, you dislike a little challenge, hmm? I will not press for such a game between the two of us, let alone demand of it. I shall simply thank you for the sweet item.”