Give me the cuties

[hufflefluffhouse]

the shipping picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

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[unromancewriter]

All the more reason to relax. [Preferably naked. But, admittedly, at the moment it would be more about his desperation for distraction than his genuine want. And that may be something he would've had no qualms about with someone who didn't really mean anything, but that isn't Yokozawa. It wouldn't be fair to him, not when Eiri is in such a shitty headspace.

Besides, fine, he did make the man come all the way out here; he guesses that the least he can do is take him out this evening for a nice dinner.

He snorts at that statement, almost choking on the beer going down his throat.] Good. You wouldn't want to. [Or maybe he just wouldn't want him to. Either way. God, he was such a young sixteen. Embarrassingly wide-eyed, yes, and so naive...fatally trusting...] I was a stupid kid.

[yokozawa]

[Yokozawa can take a hint most of the time. If he's right, then Eiri prefers to have a night in. A nice hotel room is miles better than a plane seat.

There's a definite glimmer of interest in his eyes when the subject starts to shift to Eiri's childhood. He doesn't mean to be outright nosey, but it's something he'd like to know. His gaze doesn't leave the writer as he hands him a tissue from the nearby table.]

Who wasn't? I don't mind having a night in if you tell me some stories. [He smirks.] That's what you do for a living, after all.

[unromancewriter]

[ Well, when he puts it like that... ] We'll definitely go out, then. [ As daunting as the thought of shedding his warm robe and putting on actual clothes is. He'd rather face the city he hates than go into the deep, dark reasons why he hates it. ]

The stories I tell for a living are about sex and death. [ He tosses an answering smirk back at the other man, the twist of his lips tinged with bitterness. ] Is that the kind of childhood tale you want to hear? [ Because that's exactly what you would get, Yokozawa. ]