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[ imessage → princess🙄✨ ] yooooo where were you today??

[ imessage → princess🙄✨ ] if i’m being honest it was weird as hell not having someone call me an asshole my entire shift🥴🥴

//  Bullying as an adult was immature. That was widely established. Didn’t stop others from acting that way though. Jirou finally had the patience to sit down at a coffee shop to study and here it was-- being ruined by some stranger yelling at a lady for accidentally taking his seat.

   Public confrontation wasn’t common in Japan but Jirou wasn’t going to let that stop him. He ripped off his earphones, pissed that he could hear the guy yelling. The last straw was when he tossed his his drink onto her.

    “ I’ll give you a reason to sit down forever if you don’t FUCK off! ”

  The man could only stand there stunned, the order made him scowl in embarrassment and he stormed out of the cafe. Thankfully, there was a sports activity today so he had an extra towel. After ruffling through his duffel, he extended it to the lady.

    “ Here. Wipe yourself off. ”

He’s concentrating ridiculously much for something so simple. At one point his tongue even peeked from between his lips, before he cussed under his breath. Makki had always thought braids were nice. His own hair was just too short to get any, and if by some miracle he had one or two, he’d have alien antennas. 

                     “Yeah, yeah, just a sec.”

Takahiro mumbles, shakily getting the last bits intertwined, and then secured with a small elastic hairband. There.

It looked better than the other times he did this! Not as tight, and less odd strands sticking out.

     fuck it. xi is not a morning person.

     he stirs at the sound of someone else’s voice, rolling onto his back. his limbs splay in every which direction, sheets tangled around his calves and thighs. annoyance creeps into his features at being woken up from the very nice dream he was having, wherein xi and some chick were going at it so hard they nearly broke the bed. grey-blue eyes shielded from the light by his tattooed hand, xi takes a peek at the person sitting up beside him.

     ah. so his dream wasn’t a dream, after all. 

I mean….Cece do be an upcoming idol tho ��

Me too man

     here’s the thing: xi has no real jurisdiction over what his dancers wear. he has managers and floor leaders for that, people paid to study what clothing ( or the lack thereof ) most makes middle-aged men want to shill out big bucks for a private lap dance. 

     that being said, he doesn’t object to receiving lewd pictures like this out of the blue --- especially not in the middle of lifting iron, when he’s already hot and sweaty and a little bit turned on by his own achillean form. sitting up on his weight bench, xi fires off a response: 

looks sexy. would be even better on the floor. 

@fiiniicky​ asked: All the hearts! I would love to interact with all your muses more and develop lots of different relationships!

                              Sure!! If you want anyone specific feel free to hit                        me up and  I  can  tell  you  what  type of relationship                       would work with them the best.