#stichirou

Ichirou looks at the carnage around him a exasperated sigh leaving his lips. They were once a simple albeit annoying small gang that has been getting too cocky about their affliction together—cocky was one thing, attempting to steal from from was another. It was dealt with in the span of five minutes

Stuart looked pleased as he looks around him."Easy enough." He grins a bit teeth poking out."Although you have something right...here."

His finger almost touched Ichirou's shoulder but he catches it before it does grasping his fiance's hand and running his finger down the matching silver band.

"Ignore it." He says as he leans in for a kis — a phone rings. Ichirou reaches for his pocket but find it's not his, instead a phone that has been kicked away in a struggle.

Stuart picks it up, agitation clear on his face. He answer it immediately. "Wrong number. Try again." Then in one fell swoop he throws it to the ground and crushes it beneath his heel.

Ichirou grins waking up to his fiancee. "Someone is impatient."

"If impatient is wanting to get this dirty shirt off you then yes."

Ichirou kissed him. "Let's go then."