#revvng

             if   he   had   anyone   else                                      to talk to about his interests, byakuya would have chosen them over kazuichi long ago. as it stood, the only person in what appeared to be the world who cared about the make and model of this specific rolls royce was stood before him, garish and irritating as ever. ‘even i have to admit you’ve done a fine job,’ byakuya sniffs, averting his eyes and instead reaching to run a finger over the hood ornament. ‘so? how much do i owe? a togami never breaks his word.’

            he    swings   his   feet   ,                           knocking thick-soled shoes together just off-time with the beat of the song playing -- some edm track that he needs to get the name of later. ‘so, which parts are the rocket parts, bro?’ it all looks kinda the same to him. ‘or are they all rocket parts, and you get to choose which ones go to space?’

“if the whisperings are true, i am to believe that you have taken a vested interest in my singularity...” the whisperings are always true. maga-z nibbles at a frayed bandage, doing his best to look innocent and failing spectacularly. “the mortal one known as hajime hinata... speak! what weight have these words?”

            leon   speaks   through   a   yawn   ,                             evidently having the opposite problem. it’s funny; when they’re both bad, they’re awful, but when only one is switched on, the boys make rather telling bookends. ‘’s alright, dude! seriously, you shouldn’t sweat so much. there’s nothin’ for you to panic about.’ being told that so seldom helps, but leon’s got about much sense has he does tact. ‘like i said, ‘f you ever need some gold star advice, i got you.’

     ‘     so  the  first  or  the  second  one  ?     i  like  both  so  i’m  completely  indifferent     -     it’s  totally  up  to  you  this  time     .     plus     ,     i  picked  last  time     &     i’d  feel  bad  picking  again  so  you  really  have  to  make  the  executive  decision  here     .     ’     sometimes     ,     the  way  nagito  worded  things  made  them  sound  a  lot  more  life     -     threatening  than  they  happened  to  be     .     the  talk  of     ‘     executive  decisions     ’     happened  to  be  about  a  choice  of  film  for  friday  night     ,     in  which  nagito’s  incessant  questioning  ended  up  in  agreement  for  another  small  movie  night  at  his  own  place     .     staring  at  his  phone     ,     he  flicks  through  movie  ideas     ,     occasionally turning  it  to  ask  the  others  opinion  on  a  pick     -     despite  having  told  the  other  he  could  choose  himself     .