Alimentazione, O Perdita Di Esso
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
13
Views:
1,558
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Lonely
Sitting back in his chair, he sighed. This evening was much less entertaining than this afternoon had been, with the American’s intrusion. Of course, he’d already learned that everything was exciting where that man was concerned. But he wasn't here now, as the still silence of the office made obvious.The only sounds were the ticking of the clock and his own breathing. Nobody occupied the studio this late—it was after eleven. He did wish that he had company, though—preferably of the loud, should-be-obnoxious kind.
Tohma frowned at himself. Interest in Bad Luck’s manager wasn’t wise, but his seemed to be quickly turning to obsession, which would have horrific consequences. He needed to get his mind back on work; glancing at the pen he’d set down, he flinched at the remembrance of the pain in his hand that had made him set it down in the first place.
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K looked up from where he’d been silently contemplating his gun. The president showed promise in his reactions, but the American needed to think of how to draw him out—it wouldn’t be easy. First though, he had to be sure the younger blond was…interested. But the manager couldn’t very well go about discovering the other’s feelings when they were surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the company, now could he?
Well, yes, he could, but any answers he received weren’t likely to be truthful. The chances that the keyboardist would reveal anything—even when it was just him, the one whom it concerned—were slim; with the entire company listening?
Nonexistent.
Glancing at the clock, K grinned. His chance, it seemed, was immediate. Tohma would be alone and most definitely still in his office working. K would just have to go keep him company.
Tohma frowned at himself. Interest in Bad Luck’s manager wasn’t wise, but his seemed to be quickly turning to obsession, which would have horrific consequences. He needed to get his mind back on work; glancing at the pen he’d set down, he flinched at the remembrance of the pain in his hand that had made him set it down in the first place.
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K looked up from where he’d been silently contemplating his gun. The president showed promise in his reactions, but the American needed to think of how to draw him out—it wouldn’t be easy. First though, he had to be sure the younger blond was…interested. But the manager couldn’t very well go about discovering the other’s feelings when they were surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the company, now could he?
Well, yes, he could, but any answers he received weren’t likely to be truthful. The chances that the keyboardist would reveal anything—even when it was just him, the one whom it concerned—were slim; with the entire company listening?
Nonexistent.
Glancing at the clock, K grinned. His chance, it seemed, was immediate. Tohma would be alone and most definitely still in his office working. K would just have to go keep him company.