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Mt. Hood, OR

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Regardless of the malice of others, Kyusaku simply smiles as they lightly tug on Chuuya's coat and giggle ever so slightly as if they had the funniest joke to tell. Lips curl into the picture-perfect smile of innocence as they give one final tug to gain his attention.

@fogdweller​ sent: Éric never felt as if any day could not be turned into something to celebrate over; he'd go out of his way to prepare meals & such for his partner if he had a long day (or rather night) at work with the Mafia any day, but this time was a special occasion: Chuuya's birthday. It was only in the Frenchman's habits to make a big deal out of it, naturally preparing one of the redhead's favourite meals, but going all out with a full-on 5-course dinner, expensive red wine & tasteful decorations such as candles. A present had also been prepared ー as long as Nakahara would feel loved & appreciated, anything was worth the effort. Now, it was just a waiting game for the man to come home ー & once that he heard the door open, Schmitt just moved over with open arms, cupping the man's face & spoiling him with kisses peppered all over his face, ❝Joyeux anniversaire, mon chouchou!!❞ the dark-haired man chirped happily, pressing another peck to his forehead before kissing his lips gently to welcome him back home.

Chuuya wasn’t exactly the type of man to celebrate his birthday as others usually did. It wasn’t because he didn’t like his birthday, more so he didn’t understand why everyone made such a big deal out of it. He got one year older, so what? But the redhead should have known better than to expect the same reaction from his boyfriend, Éric. He had nearly forgotten what day it was when he walked into their shared home. “Éric! I’m hom-” He was quickly cut off by the feeling of hands on his cheeks. His eyes met his beloved’s and he sighed, smiling up at the other man. The kisses he received were met with gentle laughter as he kicked off his shoes. Stepping out of the genkan, Chuuya was more than happy to return the kiss to his lips he had finally gotten. 

“Thank you, mon amour,” He beamed at his boyfriend, quick to interlace his hands with Éric’s as they walked into the main living area of their home. His eyebrows shot up at the sight of candles and dinner. Right, today was supposed to be special. He just wasn’t used to being treated so lavishly. “Is this all... for me?” he asked, eyes a little wide. Now it was his turn to grab his boyfriend by the cheeks and give him a kiss. An entire dinner, just for getting one year older. Maybe birthdays weren’t so bad. And maybe Chuuya liked being spoiled just a little bit. 

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” It was a genuine question. Never would Chuuya have thought that after all these years he would have landed a partner who was this sweet. Truly, he felt as if he didn’t deserve this adorable surgeon as his own, but he was going to keep him. That he knew. He isn’t one to brag (he totally is), but he knew no one else whose partner would cook them a 5 course meal. He truly had won the lottery.

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Ayatsuji didn't like phones. They bothered him and he was supposed to answer them. A report is written out in detail as he sets the phone on his desk, on speakers, it was less of a hassle that way.

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The cackle that left Nea was to be expected, and a little more sinister than she wanted as she moved to be in front of the other. She had been taking notes from the sneaky killers, like Ghostie and Amanda, and paying off quite well.

"Huh, Iwa-chan?" That makes very little sense. Sure, a hitman should be efficient and secretive, but why would Iwa want to be the opposite of that? What would that even make him?

Something along the same lines as a hitman, surely, for the metaphor to make any sort of sense.

It only takes a couple of moments on that train of though for Tooru to get a playful sparkle in his eyes, fluttering his lashes (just to be a menace).