#tk;sk

By climbing the wall and forcing the window open. "Oh, since you gave me your adress— I came to visit. The door was unlocked, for some reason, so I decided to get in a guard." He was lying through gritted teeth, and there was a huge chance for the other male to notice that the chuckle that escaped his lips aftewards was slightly hysteric. He needed to find out why the male hadn't changed in the slightlest bit even though ten years had gone by, and doing so in a private place sounded better than doing so in public. 

"Shit." Perhaps being in Japan for a week and getting used to the language once again wasn't going to be exactly good if at every sudden thing that happened to him —like bumping into a blonde haired male that looked too much like himself— the words in japanese would fall from his tongue without being able to control it. Hues settling on the other's face, he scanned the facial features of the one in front of him. So similar, it was scary. "I mean uh, it's okay."

"You, kid— I have raised you well, haven't I?" With his nose scrunching up slightly, his index finger attempts to jab at her ribs lightly. "I wear the pants, of course. You— can't ask those kind of things—" Teeth sinking on his lower lip for a couple of moments, he leans forward, voice softer this time. "I feel— good around that person, most of the time. There are moments when I want to rip his damned asshole head off but other than that...it's comfortable, easy as breathing." Eyes shifting to other side, a small (and slightly nervous) chuckle escapes from his lips. "It's such a pity that I can't take revenge of this yet, baby girl."

98% of the people are a turn off themselves, actually. That's not the question, but that's all I'm saying.

"You just called me cannibal with a bottom boy habit, and now you tell me to get over it!?” The words were practically screeched at Yosuke as the black haired pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can’t believe you.”

Bringing the black scarf up to cover his lips, Hiroki found himself rolling his eyes before stuffing his hands inside the pockets of the — also black, of course — coat he was wearing. He did notice the storm coming, of course— the skies were getting grey, there was an odd chill in the air that was most likely the wind. “Let’s get inside, then. My apartment ain’t that far. Why did we even have to get out, in the first place?”

Hiroki’s left eye twitch slightly as he eyes Naeun, flashing her a small grin. “I uh— guess? Yes, thank you?” He mumbles, humming under his breath.

"Jjajangmyeon, of course. Joonmyun hyung isn’t on my list at all, since he refuses to talk to me.”