#shirokctei

     As if on cue, a tall figure approaches him and he smiles, hand reaching out to him. They exchange greetings, a few other pleasantries, and soon enough they were off to the aforementioned party. Soon enough, they reach the grand hotel the party was being held at, and the white haired male’s eyes widen slightly. This hotel--St. Regis--was a five star hotel in Osaka, Japan. Regardless of what package you went for, you were looking at well over ¥ 42,000 ( roughly $381.28 per night at minimum, for those curious && want to scream in prices with me. ). He knew this man was well off, but this? This was...well. It was something. Granted, he himself was in a decent place too--he could afford staying here himself if he wished it, but often did not, purely because he had no reason to other than to experience pleasantries. 

     They finally find a place to park and move to head inside, music being heard a few steps from the door. The door is opened for him, the white haired male smiling flirtatiously at his ‘partner’ before he steps inside.

          The hotel honestly deserved it’s five star rating, from interior alone.

     ❝Ne ne, quite the hotel experience, my dear...~❞ The white haired male teases, chuckling a bit as he and his client move to the main lobby, where the party was mostly taking place. The lights were dimmed low to set the mood, music blaring, a few people here and there were at the bar, chatting away. 

     The pair moved further into the room, lime-greens dancing around the area as feet trekked across carpet, before hitting marble. He stops in the middle of the floor, spotting a lone male leaning against the wall, a drink in hand. He was tall, but not that tall--the white haired male guessed they were equal in height, in fact. He was sporting a strong jawline, a toned frame, and raven colored hair that, in certain lighting, revealed hints of a rich, deep purple. The thing that caught him most, however, was the beautiful, vibrant amethyst that had opened--meeting peridots.

      He held eye contact with him for far too long. Longer than he himself was comfortable with.

     ❝Try to be careful about who you approach, Shun dear. That one there-Mutsuki-me. He’s dangerous.❞ Oh? it seemed his partner didn’t want him getting close with the other for some reason...or another. Shun wondered if there was a bit of business rivarly between the two co-workers--or was his partner just jealous? Maybe Mutsuki was jealous? Truthfully, the latter didn’t seem the jealous type, however. And, on top of that, he had just used the honorific ‘me’-which....was a rather rare honorific to use, but it was known as a derogatory honorific.

     ❝Of course, darling~❞ None the less, Shun moves himself to greet others, explaining he’s here with Sato-san to celebrate the company’s latest achievement and growth and what have you. His partner has a few drinks here and there, getting a bit handsy with Shun--and while Shun normally didn’t mind, tonight’s client was a bit...rough. And to be honest, they were supposed to be a ‘couple’ for the night--but Sato-san spent most of his time flirting with a few ladies and gentlemen. 

     But Shun didn’t really care. Not too much, anyway. Gave him an excuse. So thus, the white haired male trekked out of the many bodies dancing out on the floor or flirting about, making his way over to the lone, handsome stranger he saw a bit ago.

          ❝Ne ne, hope you don’t mind a second wallflower joining you tonight.❞