#building three

"Yes, Darts! You remember the prize for winning inmates at the New Year's tournament?—"

He asked, leaning an arm on the table and receiving a soft nod from [Name].

"—Well, that number eleven from building thirteen had a game room be built there as his prize. They have a few dart boards in there, so I wanted to ask Supervisor Kiji to let us go so I could teach you how to play!"

[Name] raised a brow and set his chopsticks down on the edges of his bowl, pausing to finish his meal in favor of answering his handsome boyfriend. He rested his head on the palm of his hand and closed his eyes shut for a moment, shielding them from the cafeteria's overhead lights.

"Hm. Thirteen's supervisor is okay with sharp objects like darts being in the hands of inmates? Is that even allowed? It sounds irresponsible..."

The h/c-ette mutters, picking up his cup and taking a sip of his tea while reopening his eyes and sending a half-lidded side glance to the man seated next to him.

Honey chuckles and puts an arm around the taller's shoulder, pulling him in close. He leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of his lips; ignoring Trois' catcalling in the background.

"That's true~... but you'll go, yes? For me?"

He hums as he rests his head on the e/c-eyed man's shoulder; bringing his other hand up to play with a few locks of hair.

[Name] lets out a huff from his nose as he narrows his eyes for a second before sighing and gently laying his head on top of Honey's.

"Hm... fine."

He mutters quietly, pressing a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead.

"This is the game room? Isn't this a bit... excessive?"

[Name] mutters from his position behind Kiji, Trois, and Honey; a comical sweatdrop slowly going down his head as he observes the room that the four of them had just entered.

The game room was very spacious and welcoming; a large lounge area with wide sofas was occupied by an inmate who seemed to be reading what looked like tonight's dinner menu and another who was taking the plastic off of a couple of card games. Off to the side was a sit-in bar that presumably served nonalcoholic drinks, this is still a prison after all. A few arcade games, one of which being played by a bandaged inmate with green hair, lined the wall, and a nice billiards table stood in the middle of the room.

And, of course, a few dart booths were there, just as Honey had said, sitting just opposite the lounging area.

It was far too grand to be here in a prison in [Name]'s opinion, but this is Nanba we're talking about here. The entire prison island glimmered like a freshly polished diamond, there's not much that seems out of place when it comes to that.

"They're over here, ignore those three and let's get to throwing some darts!"

Honey cheers; breaking h/c-ette from his observation as he takes them by the hand and drags them over to the unoccupied dart booths.

Stopping in front of them, the purple-pink-haired man releases [Name]'s hand and turns to the booth, and squats down, opening the large cabinet doors at the bottom and taking out the needed box of darts and board. He then stands, closing the cabinet and handing the taller the box before fixing the board into place.

"Alright. Now, I want you to show me how you throw; I need to know how good you are first."

The handsome man directed, gently taking the box from the taller's hands and sliding it open to reveal the darts inside.

[Name] sighed quietly, hoping his lover couldn't hear it as he hesitantly pinched a dart between his fingers and nervously took aim at the board. He threw a few glances at Honey, each time receiving an encouraging nod back before he finally threw it;—

Pomph

—it was way off. Sticking out of the printed three and ever so slowly slipping out before it clattered onto the hard wooden lip that sat atop the cabinet.

Honey chuckles from beside the h/c-ette; taking out another and holding it beside his face, just about eye level before handing it off to the taller and gesturing for him to try again.

[Name] huffs as he replicates his boyfriend's movements and prepares to throw the dart once again before you're stopped by Honey as he sets the box to the side and makes his way behind him.

"Move this leg forward just a bit and when you throw, don't let your wrist go limp."

The shorter directs from behind, resting his hands on the e/c eyed's waist after he corrects their posture.

"Hm."

[Name] hummus as he glances back at his lover with lightly warmed cheeks before turning his focus back to the board.

Following the earlier example and directions he was given, the h/c-ette aims the board, holding the dart at eye level before throwing it forward.—

Pomph

—Ending up just three inches shy of the bullseye in the middle.

"Good job, Baby! I knew you could do it!"

Honey cheers from his new place in front of [Name] before he wraps his arms around their waist and stands on his toes to place a loving kiss on their lips.

The taller looks away with burning cheeks before their moment is interrupted by the loud exclamations of the surrounding inmates and two supervisors that they seemed to have forgotten about. Well, barring Trois of course, he only gave the two a thumbs up and a smirk before turning back to the billiards table.

They turned the rest out; though they could faintly hear the loud questions from building thirteen's cell thirteen and the screams of building thirteen's supervisor towards their own.

What a day.

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