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Italian Sushi	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 2905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kiba ran the towel through his hair, making sure to dry it as much as he could so he wouldn't be walking around with wet hair dripping on the floors. Its really humid outside, so the swim was actually really good for his unwanted sour mood. Now that Tsume is gone, things seem lighter, at least on his end. Toboe has been faking happiness since the guy left - - not that he was any better when he was around. Kiba wondered what was going on with him? The older Wolf was suddenly scolding himself for the not-so-genius plan he had of bringing his brother here. He'd never forgive himself if he ruined Toboe in some way.
He stood before the large window of the dining room, and watched the clouds drift by until he heard footsteps. His attention shifted, he glanced over his shoulder.
"You're thinking hard." Says the women, walking up behind him draping the red towel around her shoulders, keeping a hold of the ends of it. "Can I take a stab at what it's about?" Her pace stopped when reaching his side.
"I'm sorry, if I look like I'm not having a good time," states a regretful Kiba. He doesn't wanna ruin anyone's vacation but he can't stop thinking about all the problems that can arise from this. "But this is a little new to me, being in a foreign place and all."
Not believing him for a second, the sharp older woman shook her head, chin raising as if daring the youth to tell her otherwise. "Uh huh. And I'm sure Tsume being the owner of the place isn't helping it."
"That too." He admitted. Lowering his gaze to the floor, he recalled Faye's reaction when seeing Toboe for the first time. He had to know. "Miss Faye, can I ask you something?"
"Sure." She took a seat on the white cushioned bench.
"You seem like a pretty smart woman, and sensible... So what makes you befriend someone like Tsume?" He looked at her, eyes full of sorrow as they search her gaze for answers. "He's a pervert, and you know it's wrong that he's got a thing for my little brother."
"I do think it's a little off. But the fact that I do know Tsume lets me know that your little brother couldn't be safer." Faye patted the seat beside her; Kiba remained standing, she shrugged nonchalantly. "The Tsume you have in your head isn't accurate at all - - yes, he's an incredible dick, and I don't make a habit of defending him against the impressions he leaves on people... But only when he knows he can get to you, he acts like an ass. He has a childish complex like you wouldn't believe when it comes to authority over someone. However, the real guy underneath is just a sweet and rational human being."
Kiba crossed his arms with a scoff. "Rational people don't date kids. They know enough to leave them alone until they're old enough to actually be with someone like them - that is, if he'd still want my brother once he stops being a cute little kid."
The corner of the singers lip twitched with laughter, but she caught herself from letting it slip out. "I know this is serious, but in reality this kind of thing happens all the time. I'm not making excuses for the sickos of the world, I'm just informing you that Tsume isn't one of them. And you probably feel the same way, otherwise you wouldn't have come here. Am I right?" She stuck her pinky finger into her ear to remove some water that's dripping out.
Kiba opened his mouth to say something, but quickly snapped it shut. She had him there. "I wanted them to see that they had nothing in common; for Toboe to break up with Tsume for good, or the other way around."
"Hmm. Sounds like a plan, but too the-hard-way. Tsume will see right through you and ensure you don't get what you want. Not to mess with your brother by pouring on affection, he'd just be messing with you. Like I said he's childish. The guy lived with me when he first moved to Italy, I took care of him, taught him the language and he's been nothing but a polite little shit - - kid can't 'please and thank you' forever." She shrugs. "So, inside and out I know the guy, and when someone like me says you don't have to worry, you should take her word for it." Standing, she continued drying her hair while walking to Tsume's room to change.
'How can I trust her, I don't even know her?' Thought the Wolf teen. 'Hige and Toboe seem to know her, though, to some extent. Maybe I should let up on the issue, it would suck to prolong the end of their relationship because they know I want them apart.' With a sigh, he decided to head to his shared room and dress as well.
Faye said something about leaving to get dinner later in the day, and he didn't plan on holding them up.
...
They walked, frightened, to the town square Centro Storico. All around them cars honk and buzz with no regards to the padestrians in their way, and yet the people of Napoli didn't flinch even a little when being brushed by a car to the point of having their shirt slightly tugged, or even having a hip clipped a bit. These people are tough. Minus the absolute fright while walking the streets, the sights are just amazing. You can almost really hear all that singing people talk about when they describe what Italy feels like. The square is filled with people talking, kissing, chasing after birds - mostly the children, pets roaming about. It's nothing like Tokyo.
"This place is amazing. I may never go home." Commented Hige releasing Faye's hand. They had to buddy up walking the streets, as Tsume suggested to them, and Hige decided to take the singer's hand, so Kiba took his brother's.
Snickering, seeming very delighted that they like the place, Faye shrugged a hand, saying as if it were nothing special. "We have a saying here in Napoli, it's "Vedi Napoli e poi muori", that means "See Naples then die"."
The three of them chuckle to themselves. It's an odd saying. They don't have things like that in Freeze City. Although if you constantly hear people say "Fuck, I've gotta get out of this city" you'd suppose they could count that. Toboe's favorite part of the walk was that whenever they would pass by a home and someone was looking out from their balcony, watering flowers or sitting and talking, they would smile down at them and wave. He waved back everytime.
Kiba loved the architecture; their statues are so well crafted and yet they aren't in a museum or anything, just right out in the open for anyone to enjoy. Hige, of course, loved the food. He must have strayed more than a few steps behind them a couple of times whenever they would pass a restaurant just to glance through the large windows to sneak a glance at what the people ordered.
"Where are we going by the way?" Asked Kiba when they hit a thin set of buildings.
They're so skinny, he wondered how anyone could live in them. They've got to be some kind of landmark, left at the statue, right on the statue of the horse then go right through the false skinny apartments. But he saw heads popping out every other window and it just amazed him. Kiba wondered if the landlord would allow them to walk through the place for just a look.
Faye scratched her leg through the fabric of her yellow sun dress, then looked over her shoulder as if she'd heard him but wondered who had said it. "Pignasecca, it's an open market. We're gonna get dinner remember? Plus, you can sample some of the food. They've got the best olives," She began to mutter something about some other place where they're imported from.
Kiba couldn't hear her, too busy recovering his little brother by the collar, as the younger teen nearly walked in front of a scooter.
"Here we are," Faye called out.
Sandwiched between two large buildings are many shops and people, and a couple scooter drivers, pointing out food, shouting things in their native tongue, and people taking small paper cups for samples or getting slices of this and that on a napkin.
Beaming, Hige nearly flew after Faye saying over his shoulder. "Now that's where the action is. Wait up!"
"Come on, Kiba." Toboe tugged his brother's hand pulling them quickly after the fleeing Moon and singer.
The three tourist walked about the market losing Faye before they managed to reach the area. Toboe was watching a man auction off fish, or at least that's what it seemed like he was doing. He remembered seeing something like that before when he was a kid, Ms. Cher took them to the fish market with her husband. People shouted prices so fast it seemed like they weren't speaking Japanese at all. It was really funny. A woman said something to him at his right. Toboe looked confused until he saw a napkin with a bit of cheese on it.
"Oh, um thanks." He hoped she understood him from at least the smile he offered her. Tasting a corner of the sample offered, he smiled at the woman with a nod. "It's very good. Kinda sweet, too. Thank you."
The woman looked confused but smiled back regardless.
Chuckling, Toboe turned around to find his brother nearby tasting bread that was handed to him. This place is big on samples, Hige must be losing his mind. Thought Toboe. Walking over to Kiba, he hands him a little bit of his cheese in place of a piece of his bread. He's seen it on tv, where people eat bread with all kinds of stuff on it for picnics.
"Hmm. It's kinda dry." Comments the boy.
Kiba agreed with that. "Maybe we should put olive oil on it." Craning his neck, he asked. "You seen Hige?"
"Ha, I lost him ages ago." He looked around.
Spotting the woman's purple hair, Kiba took Toboe by the wrist walking him through the crowd, saying 'excuse me' in english as he passes by people too close to not avoid bumping into them. Toboe smiled up at his brother's use of English words. He had no clue how good he was, because he never had a reason to use it. Deciding not to be shy about his own, though failing the class, Toboe says. 'Excuse me' as well.
"Faye!" Kiba calls. "Miss Faye!"
The woman entered a small shop crammed inside the building. The two heard her say, 'there you are' from beyond the shop. She must have spotted Hige.
Which reminds Kiba of something. "Toboe, how is it that you and Hige know Faye so personally?"
Toboe's knowledge of the woman made a little sense, but Hige? That was a different story all together.
"I don't. I've only talked to her once over the phone at Tsume's penthouse back home." He blushed a bit. "But, you have to know her by status, at least. She sings that song Real Folk Blues, and some other ones. But they used to play it on the radio all the time. It's what made her big."
"That's right! Hige used to listen to her CD when he first learned to drive; it drove me nuts the way he would sing off-key with her. No wonder I don't know. I tuned him out as much as possible." Nodding, he now knows why his boyfriend was so animated around her. He's one of her biggest fans. Good thing she speaks Japanese, Hige would humliate himself trying to translate from a book to compliment her. He wondered if Tsume taught her in exchange for Italian lessons, or was she married to an Italian man keeping his last name after the divorce?
"These have gotta be the biggest noodles I've ever seen," tilting his head to the side, Hige grinned at his boyfriend and Toboe. "Check this out, we could build a house with these." He said to them as a greeting.
Turning on an angle to avoid being shoved, Kiba and Toboe slowly made their way over to the pair. Reaching them, Toboe gasped at the large size and length of the funel like pasta called Candele.
He took a bag from the shelf himself, Toboe examined it closer. "How do you even cook this stuff?"
A man began to chatter at them in Italian, he seemed to be talking about the product... maybe. Turning to Faye they look for a translation of what the man is saying.
"He says, this is the best thing for tourist to try. A real meal begins with big and bold foods." Taking out her wallet, Faye bought a bag. "I'm sure we can do something with it. Is this what you guys wanna eat?"
"Yeah!" Toboe and Hige shout in unison.
The shop owner smiled at their expressions, then spoke again to Faye, seeing that she is their translater.
"...Mmhmm. He says come back when you've tried it, and tell him what you think."
"Tell him we will." Replied Toboe.
Kiba was glad his brother is in a better mood since earlier, but he kind of wished they were eating out like the model had suggested. He hasn't been able to go to a restaurant his entire life, well, maybe not his entire life; when he was a boy his parents took him to have dinners with them on their anniversary many times. But it's different, now that he's old enough to eat something other than a gourmet chicken nugget.
"No, that's it. Thank you." Says Faye heading out. Checking the bag full of food she's been picking up while they walked about the open market, she nods over the checklist, then grabbed a quick loaf of twisted bread that sat beside her. The singer shoved the bag into Hige's surprised grasp to pay for it, only she didn't retrieve it when she was done, she just started for the square again. "We'll take a tram home, okay."
The three of them were in no place to disagree, and follow obidiantly after the woman reaching a red bus on train tracks. It was amazingly spacious inside because the outside looked a little cramped. They took seats in a box. Kiba and Hige beside each other and Faye and Toboe sat across from them. All eyes but Faye's are out the windows taking in the new scenery of the foreign land. The buildings, the restaurants, people and parks. Its all so breath taking, but nothing beat out the look of the Mediterranean sea all around them.
...
"It looks a littlllle... not good." Says Hige, nose practically in the pot.
Arms cross under her shapely breast, Faye cocked her head in defense saying through pursed, mock-insulted lips. "Tch. I never said I was some great cook - besides, it should be somewhat edible, just eat it."
Kiba glanced into the pot with a curious eye.
It doesn't look so bad to him. The long wide noodles are set in a baking dish used for lasagna's with tomato sauce poured over it, fresh tomatoes as there are still very large pieces visible beneath the blue cheese Faye bought. Kiba's mouth watered just thinking about eating now. He's never made pasta that looks like a tube before, he and Toboe usually stick to the typical spaghetti noodles when they eat pasta.
Bringing the pan shaped pot over to the table it's set down on an ovenmit; Faye drops a spatula down beside it. "Dig in, kids. I'm gonna head out now. If you need anything my number is by the phone." She took her leave of the dining room by a simple turn of the corner to get to the front door.
Moving away from the chair he was about to take, Hige followed the singer into the small hall. "Hold on you're not staying with us?" He asked with a hint of excitement in the back of his curious words.
"Nope. Watch them, and show them a good time;" She repeated Tsume's words. "He never said anything about staying the night." Grabbing the teen's chin giving it a wriggle back and forth. "Cheer up, chubby, I'll be back in the morning. But I've got a date tonight, and I still need to get ready for it. I'm a block or so away, the address is by the phone if anyone dies over night, or something. Try not to, okay." With that said the woman exits the home.
"Well she's charming." Says Hige sarcastically, scratching the back of his head wondering if his perception of the woman has changed a bit. Answering his question, he says. "Nope, still cool."
The three guests heard the car starting up before it drove away. Hige took his seat, glad that Kiba was serving them; it really does look a mess to the Moon teen, but sometimes the best food looks like someone threw up on the plate, so its best to just shut up and dig in.
"Itadakimasu." They mutter before taking a cut at the meal. "Mmmmm." They hum in unison.
...
Hige groaned as he left from the tiny bathroom, holding his stomach. He wished there was a window in there, or at least that it was larger than a small hallway so the air could circulate a little better. Shoving open the window in the main room, he waved a hand towards the door aiming the scent out. Leaning on the sill, he smiled at the moon. It's such a beautiful night; so clear, he could swear his 20/20 visioned eyes can see Mars' reflection. But it could just be a star.
Breathing in deep he let it out with a pleased sigh. He could retire here, that was for sure. Eyes turned to look at the reflection in the window, he smiled seeing Kiba coming up behind him. "Hey."
"Hi." He kissed his boyfriend on the cheek upon reaching him. "Last time I over eat just because something tastes good." He rubbed his stomach.
Hige chuckled. "Yeah. But, eating in any foreign place for the first time gives you the runs. I wonder why?"
Snickering, Kiba turned his lover around, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Enough bathroom talk," he kissed him passionately, and slid his hands up between Hige's back. Kiba's tongue wandered into his mouth, curling around the the muscle that greeted his, pulling it into his own with little effort of guidance.
Hige hummed an appreciative moan right before giving Kiba a little push back. "What about the runt?"
"Out cold. I think the bathroom break took a lot out of him."
Eyes rolled, Hige says disgusted. "I thought we were gonna stop the bathroom talk." He clutched his stomach in remembrance. Walking past Kiba he sat on the bed, falling back with his hands still on his stomach.
Seeing that the mood was killed; Kiba sat on the bed as well, rubbing Hige's stomach for him. "Better?" He asked, pleased when his boyfriend closed his eyes.
"Mmm, lower." Muttered Hige in a haze.
Chuckling, Kiba complied to the request, placing his hand on Hige's bulge over the black jeans.
Hige sighed in pleasure, left hand moving from his own gut to rub Kiba's thigh. "Remember the first time we did this together?"
"Yeah, the bouncy house at my thirteenth birthday party." He smiled at the memory.
6 years earlier...
The Moon backyard was done up with all kinds of streamers, balloons, four tables for the 15 kids to sit at, and cartoon printed table cloths cover the tables; plastic, so should a kid spill their drink it won't make a difference. The theme was ninjas, which were the hot thing for kids back then; and all the cupcakes and party favors catored to just that with little nunchucks in the back, plastic mini ninjas in rainbow colors so they could form a 3 man team. Mrs. Moon made sure to give Hige the colors he'd wanted, and Kiba too, as her son insisted on. The cupcakes had little star shaped sprinkles on them as shuriken, and the kids were given sweet powder as a type of edible smoke bomb.
But regardless the favored theme, the kids were ready to die inside the bounce house; all of them groaned in despair and accusing bitterness when it was time to come out and sing to the birthday boy. After cake, the children resumed their ninja games within the bouncer until their parents had heard one outcry too many, and decided it was time for them to go home. Another successful birthday at the Moon home.
Kiba was the only kid left being allowed to spend the night at his best friends house inwhich Hige took full advantage by asking if they could pretend to camp out in the bounce house. Never refusing her son anything, Makiko Moon allowed the two boy's to sleep, pillows and blankets, in the bounce house.
Hige straddled best friend, then bounced up and down on his lap excitedly. "Isn't this great, Kib'? When we wake up, we can just start playing - so long as we don't get too loud." He bounced even harder.
Kiba blushee and turned his head as if to hide his cheeks into the pillow. "Hige, get off." He whined. He did not like how his body was reacting to his best friend bouncing on him.
"What for? This is what you're supposed to do in a bounce house." He snickered, his high pitched voice lowered a hair so his parent's wouldn't overhear and think he was harrassing Kiba. "Why don't you make me move?" He teased further.
Shifting his hips, he tried shoving Hige aside with his hand but that only made the young teen press further down on him. "Hige," Kiba insisted.
Laughing more, Hige said. "I think you like it, otherwise you wouldn't be blushing." He looked down when he felt a lump press into his groin, Hige's grin widened. "Oh-ho, what's this?" He grabbed Kiba's package giving it a squeeze.
"Hige, don't!" Kiba, this time, managed to shove his best friend aside. He scooted away from him, his gaze lowered in an embarrassed blush. "Cut it out, alright."
Hige rolled his eyes, and crawled over to the embarrassed Wolf. "Hey relax, this happens to me all the time."
"I'm no idiot!" Snapped Kiba. Lowering his tone, he then says. "It's happened to me too, but... it's how I get rid of it that's embarrassing. And I'd rather not go through your house with this to pee."
"Pee? That works?" Hige sat against the wobbling wall as well. "Gee, I should have tried that out."
"Why? What have you been doing?" Asked Kiba not knowing what he was getting into.
"What else? Here," he reached for Kiba's fly. "let me show you."
"Hige," He smacked his friend's hand away. "what are you doing? Your parents could come out here."
"It's ten o'clock, and my parents work in the morning. Besides, the first time is always really quick."
Uncertain, Kiba asked. "It is?"
"Sure. Trust me, now lay down."
Still unsure of what his friend planned to do, Kiba laid down on his blanket. "Go ahead."
"Alright." Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, Hige stuffed his hand into his friend's pants grabbing a hold of the brunet's balls with his palm. He smiled when Kiba twitched with a low heated sigh. "Good stuff right." Only problem was now that he's giving Kiba a hand job, he's got his own to take care of later, although with the vocal treatment Kiba is offering it won't take him long to get rid of it.
Eyes cracked to a slit when his thighs clench, Kiba looked down at Hige's hand wondering how he hasn't become a shut-in to do this to himself non-stop. Blue gaze lowering to his friend's lap, he saw a similar lump there, and decided to help Hige out by mimicking what Moon was doing to him. By the end of it, Hige was atop Kiba's lap hunched over receiving the most jumbled, yet, wonderful handling that he himself could never do, since it was his own hand pleasuring him.
The two young teens offered one another relief since then, and it wasn't until they were sixteen that they were able to experience full intercourse with one another.
Now atop of Hige, presently, Kiba smirked down at him wickedly. "You were so sneaky tricking me like that. Everytime I remember it, I can't help but think you planned the whole thing."
"I did!" He titled his head back as a wave of pleasure from Kiba's ministrations washed over him. "Why'd you think I was watching you the whole party. I was devising my plan." He kissed him on the lips. "What thirteen year old gets a bounce house?"
"Hn. I thought that was weird. I also thought you were giving me the stink-eye with all that staring."
Hige laughed. "No. A bug went by when I was about to blow out the candles. I wished that year that you would see how much I liked you and not just as a best friend."
"Well, it worked. Thanks to you I decided that women weren't for me; but, I was too embarrassed to admit that I liked you."
Snickering, Hige grinded his hips up into Kiba's warm inviting grip. "What'd you think, that I was just throwing you a bone? No pun intended."
"I really did. If you hadn't jumped me that year I never would have told you."
"Good thing I like to take the lead." With that being said he rolled them over. Lowering himself to the floor, he unzipped Kiba's jeans pulling the band of the boxers over the bulge.
In the next room. Toboe pressed the pillow over his head. He can't believe they're at it again.
...
Later that night. Toboe waited until he was sure his brother had fallen asleep before he opened his eyes. He didn't want to be caught awake. The younger Wolf was glad that he had gotten out of the conversation with his brother about his being upset about him, Kiba, talking to Tsume. It's not like he was jealous or anything, he just didn't like the fact that he was so weakened by Tsume's presence that it silenced him as it did.
Hands scrunch the blanket in contemplation. 'I know what I have to do, yet everytime the words form in my head I become a mute.' Blanket released, he sat up. One quick glance at Kiba to make sure his brother was still sleeping, he reaffirmed by the even rise and fall of the blanket around his chest.
It took them a while after dinner, but they figured out how to turn on the air conditioner; now the cozy, yet too warm little home is cool and refreshing. Maybe a little too cool, thought Toboe, giving his biceps a quick rub with his hands. But nevermind that.
Sliding from the bed, he snuck from the bedroom to across the hall to Tsume's bedroom.
It's almost ominous inside, with the way the curtains are pushed open letting in the illuminating moonlight to highlight the items and objects in the room, and yet... it left so many things in shadow. Large, black things that could easily frighten a child with thoughts of phantoms and ghost for months. Toboe didn't have time to think about things like that, plus, he knows that ghost aren't real.
Inside the bedroom; he climbed across the fluffy bed; knees sinking deep into the soft mattress, he momentarily paused his pace at the sudden warm thought that ran through his head. Remembering being pressed into Tsume's other bed back in Japan, that was a lot more firm than this one, Toboe briefly indulged the imagery. The thought of something so soft beneath him while someone warm, and firm yet soft lay above him made his head spin a bit.
Toboe swallowed hard to remove his mind from those erotic thoughts, ensuring that his manhood didn't react to them. That's the last thing he needed.
"Here we go." Tugging a string underneath the lamp, a desk lamp springs on causing an almost burning fire type look to the large bedroom.
Tsume's bedroom was very nice, maybe nicer than the other rooms in the house. Toboe supposed it was to be expected, when you have to sleep in it every night.
Lying back on the bed, eyes closed, he can feel his skin tingle as if someone came into the room. Opening his eyes, he saw there was no one there, but to be sure he doesn't close his eyes again. Instead, he basked in the comfort over the soft bedding.
"So what do I say to him? How can I get it across that we're breaking up, but not in the 'breaking up- sense. Will he wait for me if I ask him too? Or will he call me a baby - - a 'brother's boy', and shove me away..." Frowning, he turned his gaze to the phone on the small table beside the bed. "I don't want Tsume to shove me away, I want him to wait for me, but... I can't ask him to. I'm going on 16 not 22, and he's got his life here, and by the time I'm 18 he'll have moved on, won't he?"
Sitting up, he grabbed the phone from its base. He had a brilliant idea.
"I'll call him. There's no harm in doing it over the phone - - lots of people break up this way." Eyes to the ceiling, he recalled the number then dialed. Placing the reciever to his ear, he waits out the rings, wondering if it's wrong of him to call Tsume, when he may be working, or worse asleep. But after the fourth ring the man picked up.
"Hello?" He greets, though, hardly politely with the bland tone he offered the caller.
"T- Tsume... it's... it's me. Toboe."
"Toboe." His mood seemed to lighten. "What are you calling for, did something happen?"
"Oh, no, everything is fine... Faye's been great to us. We went shopping and helped cook dinner."
Tsume laughed. "She cooked? That must have been awful; in all the time I've known her, we always ate out."
Toboe smiled. "No. It was actually really good. We kind of got the runs though."
The model scoffed. "Cute."
The silence that grew between them suddenly was so thick, if it were electric charged it could have given all of Italy a brown-out. They knew what was to be said next; the thing was... who was brave enough to start to say it.
"...Toboe?"
"Y-yes?" His throat began to dry the more he spoke, his voice got smaller and smaller.
"I don't know how you feel about me anymore, but I still feel the same way about you." There was a certain tone in his words that begs the teen to feel what Tsume is feeling. "As before..."
Voice small, barely audible, Toboe tried to speak. "I just wo..." But his words refuse to continue, so he silenced himself.
Silence. Silence. Silence.
"You don't have to say anything." Says Tsume with sadness in his voice. "I want you to enjoy your vacation, and our time together, even if it'll probably be our last. We should at least make the best of it, right?"
'He's pleading with me to wait until we're about to leave, isn't he?' Figured the despaired.
"How 'bout I tell you about my day for while; if you're not tired already." Tsume offers, wishing to hear Toboe's voice again.
"...I'm not tired, Tsume." Tears have began to stain his cheeks. This was so messed up; they both know it; but what else can he do? Friends isn't so bad, is it?
"Okay. Let's see... I got here about a half hour ago. I showered, ate, checked my messages, and then you called." He chuckled. "Not much of a day is it?"
Snickering to himself, Toboe shook his head. He doesn't know where his voice has gone, but Tsume doesn't seem to care as he tells him about this and that; being on set, and the star of the movie Anissina Paoletti. She sounds nice.
Toboe didn't know when he fell asleep, or when he ended his phone conversation with Tsume, to have climbed back into his bed; but he was glad that he had spent the night with the model just talking.
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