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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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"I know what you mean?" Said Tsume, when Toboe told him about their day of sightseeing; lunch; and museum.
He just agreed that there's nothing more boring than walking around looking at someone's childish drawings, or the sculptures of people with too much free time on their hands. Though, Toboe did point out that Tsume has numerous little statuette's in his home. The model just scoffed at that cheeky comment.
"Has Faye been nice to you guys? She isn't spending your money on herself, is she?"
"Not at all - - about the money. Faye's been really great! We even went shopping for gifts to take back with us. We didn't get to go into a lot of stores, though; it was late by the time we started shopping, so she took us to dinner then brought us home... Hmm..."
"What?"
"Well, then she went someplace with Kiba." Explained the miffed teen. "They get along really well; Hige's so jealous, because he really likes Faye. I wonder where they went?" He asked himself, thinking about it.
"I'm sure it was nothing. Maybe they went to another boring museum. A lot of places are practically empty at night, it'd be the perfect time to go."
"Yeah. Maybe... Are you eating alright? Are you having fun?"
Snickering, Tsume says in a childish voice. "Yes, mother, camp is fun. We went to a club, and had some drinks, and danced."
"Who's we? You and that woman."
"Yes, me and that woman, with two other guys."
Pouting he says in a bland tone. "I'm sure it was fun."
"It was. First break we had in ages."
Why does Tsume have to talk so casually about other people like that to him? If he were with Tsume, he'd never be able to get into a club, not even if he said he was just short for an adult. Nobody looks at his blasted baby-face without thinking he's 12-years-old or something. It's really annoying. They never even knew what he looked like when he was twelve, so how can they make that call?!
"I'm gonna let you go now," Says Tsume after a moment of silence.
'What?!' He couldn't believe his ears, how could Tsume say that? Doesn't he know how much he means to him - - meant to him. That's what he thought. They're going to break up, but, he thought that he would be the one doing the breaking.
"It's just that you sound tired." He finished after hearing the small gasp from the Wolf child.
"Oh!" He laughs nervously. "Yeah, yeah I am... What time is it?" Toboe's orange gaze flicks to the alarm clock. "Shoot one o'clock. I've gotta get to sleep; we're going 'power shopping' tomorrow. Good night Tsume, and... don't stay out too late."
"I won't."
"Thank you. I mean... Yeah, good night." He hangs up. Letting out a relieved sigh, Toboe slid from the bed then headed across the hall, diagonal, to his shared room and into his bed. Pulling the covers up to his shoulder, he relaxed his troubled nerves then drifted off to sleep.
Snickering, Tsume closed his phone. His little-lover-boy was gonna be in for some kind of surprise when he woke up. The aspiring actor forced extra hours on the director, so that he could come home a day early, and spend time with Toboe. The Wolf teen was only gonna be in Italy for two weeks, and he's more than pissed that he had to miss even one day in his company. He knows that Kiba is up to something. First, by barreling his way to Naples before the time Tsume had asked them to come; by ruining his bedding arrangements; they didn't exactly part on good terms, and the pissy teen is probably itching to get even with him by stepping in on his and Toboe's every private moment.
Let he who laughs first, laugh last.
Turning off the engine to his motorcycle, he grasped the handlebars then ran along beside, it up the hill to his house. Can't surprise someone if they hear you coming a mile away. Sprinting the bike up the hill, he turned it carefully into his driveway setting down the kick stand. Fishing his keys from his jacket pocket, Tsume headed for the front door of his home. As he slipped the key into the lock, he paused for a moment. What if this is a bad idea? Toboe could really be intending to break up with him, if they aren't already broken up. With the way they seperated, he wondered if he'd just been holding on to an empty dream.
Hn. Nothing was ever solved looking through doorways. Turning the key, he opened the door thanking the Gods they didn't put the chain over, then that'd be the end of his surprise. Coat off, and placed on the hook beside the door; keys quietly placed on the partison wall connecting the front door and dining room; Tsume kicked off his sneakers then walked over to a small table in the living room, where a stack of mail sat. Fan letters. Cute. He dropped them back onto the table. Traveling to the kitchen, he checked the fridge for leftovers, finding some of that pasta that Toboe said made them all sick - - last thing he needed. Grabbing a bottle of orange juice, he uncapped it taking a drink while walking into the hall to get to his bedroom.
Passing the room where Toboe sleeps, Tsume came to a stop then backed up a step or two until he's in front of the door. The door is slightly parted, so with little force he pushed it open a bit wider. There, sleeping, is Toboe. Why did it always feel like he was seeing him for the first time all over again, every single time.
Smiling, Tsume backed out of the room freezing when the small figure popped up from the bed. Even in the dark he could see the boy's adorable face twisting into a mix of fear and curiosity. He thought about closing the door to give him a real fright, but instead whispered in a low tone. "Toboe."
"Tsu-..." He started to call out but slapped a hand quickly over his mouth then threw a glance at his sleeping brother; still out cold. Slipping from the bed Toboe pads across the carpeted floor to the bedroom door where he exits into the hall pulling the door closed after him.
The model steered the teen to his bedroom, closing the door afterwards. He began to undress wandering about the room as he does so. Toboe took a seat on the armchair, thinking that was his safest bet of keeping anything from happening. While seated, he watched Tsume, wondering if he intended to sleep naked. But, to his surprise, the model only stripped to his underwear then walked into the closet out of sight.
'Calm down Toboe, you've been in his bedroom before without having sex with him.' He assured himself. That time Tsume gave him a tour of the penthouse. Yeah! They went in there, it was fine... somewhat. He'd have been better seeing the bedroom for the first time back then, had it not been for that dream. Why does his mind have to be so tormenting?
Tsume stepped out of the closet in a set of blue pajamas, top and bottom, nothing daring or provactive about that. Maybe he wouldn't come on to him after all. That seemed to put Wolf's fears at rest a little. He actually kind of wanted Tsume to still want him, so he could prove his brother wrong; that the attraction wasn't just because he was young, or that Tsume's some sicko that likes kids; but because he's special, and Tsume really does love him. When the model sat on the bed; turned on the side table lamp; Toboe's attention was brought to Tsume's head, when the model gave it scratching. He couldn't believe it, Tsume has changed his hair! He still has the slight length but instead a nice trim crew-cut on top, mullet, he has a head full of spiked plummage.
"Tsume! You grew your hair out."
Cocking a brow he smirked then shook his head. "Yeah right; if you knew how long it took to get my hair just right, you'd know I'd never change it without a decades worth of consideration." Pointing at his head, he informed. "This is weave - - fake hair, for the part. They want me to look 'traditional Japanese'." His voice had a roll-of-his-eyes beneath it. "I guess this is what they think 'traditional' looks like - - help me take them out?" He asked, he turned a leg up on the bed so that he's sideways, and Toboe can get behind him.
"Okay." Getting up from the chair, he climbed onto the bed behind Tsume, his hands going up into the older man's albino hair. He's always loved the color of Tsume's hair, it's so unusual. He'd originally thought that it was dyed, but knowing that the hair above his... well, down-there matches, Toboe learned it's all-natural. Because no one in their right mind would dye hair down there. "How do I take it out?" He asks seeing a thick piece of material with the hair attached to it.
"There's glue, so pull gently but hard enough to get it up." His hands are in his hair as well, already pulling one out close to the top of his head.
Index picking at it, Toboe felt it loosening from its hold, so snatching the corner he further pulled it away; his face twisting this way and that like he's in anguish thinking about it being pulled from his own head. "Does this hurt?"
"I said be gentle, didn't I?" Was Tsume's reply. He dropped another strip onto the floor.
"Mm." He dropped a piece down beside Tsume's pile, wondering if the waste basket would be best. But he's not sure if this stuff is reuseable or not. "Last piece." He pulled it free then on a whim he gave Tsume's head a quick rub down with his fingers to soothe away any pains he may have accidently caused.
"Hmhm. Thank you." He turned on the bed gripping Toboe by his upper arms, pressing him back and downward, so the teen was lying on the pillow, legs bending upward after having nearly been crushed by the model weight.
Silence fell over them as they just stared at each other, wondering where they would go from there? Up or down, in or out... Over... Or just beginning. Hand lifted, Toboe brushed his fingers through the model's drooping hair, then thin stands thickening as he reaches the base, his lips part after a very hard swallow as he decided to bring the older man down to his lips. Expirementally, their lips touched; the pull back was deliberately slow, so they would be within a hair apart. Tsume pressed into Toboe again, his tongue asking entrance to the teen's mouth, which Toboe gave just a bit of.
A blush stained Toboe's cheeks when Tsume's well-experienced tongue brushed past his teeth and against the back of them, the tip just barely getting the roof of his mouth. Being brave, the younger teen licked the underside of Tsume's tongue during its exit. Tilting his head to the side, Tsume plunged his tongue deeper into Toboe's mouth getting a full taste of him.
Toboe made a sound close to a whimper when a taste of orange went down his throat from the drink Tsume had. Tsume's nether region twitched to life from the encouraging sound, and he found himself getting further onto the bed; Toboe's legs part for him but when the model's weight rested down upon him he shot up frantically. He was thankful that Tsume allowed him to, that his ex didn't keep him forced down on the bed.
"I..." He thought he had to explain himself. "I'm sorry, Tsume, but... I just... I have to get back to bed... Shopping, y'know."
"I know." Replied the model, he didn't seem hurt by the teen's actions, but a little put-out.
"Right... Good night, Tsume."
"Good night."
Crossing the distance back over to the man, he wrapped his arms around him. "I'm glad you're here, by the way."
Resisting the urge to try for another kiss, Tsume rubbed the boy's back, and nodded. "I'm glad your here, too."
"Thanks. See you in the morning." He released his hold then walked out of the room.
Tsume listened to the departure until the bedroom door clicked closed. Flopping back onto the pillows, he sighed. Holding up his hand, he said to no one who could hear him. "Looks like it's just you and me again tonight." Snickering at his old joke, he reached over and turned off the lamp, then settled in to sleep the rest of the night.
Needless to say the night was NOT very restful for Toboe; but he was glad that he managed to get some sleep before Tsume popped in on them, otherwise he'd be climbing the walls with exhaustion. Instead he just laid in bed staring at the patterns on the ceiling being cast by moonlight hitting something outside. Toboe listened to the sounds of his brother sleeping.
'I wonder if he could sleep so soundly, if he knew Tsume came home?' Wondered the younger Wolf.
He could bet that his brother would be awake, like himself, wondering if they should discuss the issue, or to leave it better left unsaid. Finally having had enough of lying there and staring at the shadows, Toboe sat up then got out of bed, heading for the kitchen to get a drink. The small kitchen lit up from the open refrigerator door while the young teen fished for a drink. His first instinct was for the container of tea, but he then remembered that Faye told them not to drink it. He had to wonder why she wasn't drinking it; but, adults are weird like that. Settling for a bottle of orange juice, as Tsume had, he cracked the seal of the cap then carried it into the living room, not feeling like sitting in bed right now.
The large couch sank in with his weight craddling him gently. Toboe curled himself into the fetile position, head resting on the back of the couch. For a moment he closed his eyes feeling a warmth wash over him from all around, it caused a small smile upon his face.
'Does it feel like this?' He wondered. 'To be held by your parents... all warm, and cozy.' Toboe snuggled his cheek further into the couch. 'Would they be proud of me for finding someone to like deeply enough to think that I might be in love with him? Or would they be mad, like Kiba?' The bottle in his hand began to sweat from the warm air pressing into the cold liquid inside. 'I... I wish I knew them, like Kiba did. But I can't even remember their names, muchless their faces.' He can feel tears forming at the corners of his closed eyes. 'I hate it... I hate that Tsume is to blame for them being gone but,' He swallowed hard. 'But that doesn't stop me from caring about him. I didn't know them, but I know Tsume; and I can tell that he is sorry for having done it, so how can I be mad at him for it, even though I don't like it one bit? I wish that Kiba could think the same way. It probably upped his conviction of him. I wish somebody would give me a sign of what to do - - anything!'
Rubbing a hand across his wet eyes, he opened them, drawing in a sharp breath of surprise. There against the closed curtains of the dining room, his orange eyes gaze at a strange shadow imprinted on them, it looks to be a large animal's shadow. Toboe panicked for a moment, but when looking more closely, it seems to be coming from the open room above the living room. Could it be, though? Tsume never mentioned anything about having a pet, and they've been here for a couple days making enough noise to alert even the calmest animal to their attention. It must be something else.
He got up from the couch; sets his drink down on the coffee table, then headed for the metal stairs at the edge of the room connecting to the upper level of the home. He shot a quick glance down the hall, aimed at the closed door of the main bedroom to make sure the homeowner wouldn't catch him, should he and his brother and Hige not be allowed up. It was clear.
Toboe ascended the twisted metal staircase. He'd wanted to see what is up here but never got a chance to look. He wondered if Hige or Kiba ever looked - - if they were even still curious, since it was brought up back when they'd arrived. After about 13 stairs he reached the top of the room, and if his eyes could have fallen out of his head they'd roll backward and into the dining room in disbelief.
There was a room with a futon bed, large and flat on the floor with bedding covering it, as though it were made up for someone to sleep in it as soon as tonight. His attention was then drawn to the area-rug the bed is set on top of. It looked so pale it could only be white, like the moon. It's round like a moon. Beside it, in the corners of the room are very well trimmed plants; a long thin trunk has dark green leaves twisting around it in a spiral until the point at the top, flowers have bloomed about the plant, he can't see them too well, so he doesn't know what type they are for sure - - not that he was an expert on flowers, but he liked to identify things he's seen before.
The part of the room that had to be the main attraction, though, was in the window that sat in the center of it all. And placed there in the window, casting light off itself from moonlight is a statue. Finally entering the room's entirety, Toboe touched the statuette that cast such a creepy looking shadow on the closed curtains downstairs.
'Its... Its a wolf statue.' He picked it up admiring the proud way the wolf's head is tilted up, the mouth parted to show what its doing. Then turning it towards the moon's light, he read the plaque. 'Howling. Like... Like me?' He blushed; Kiba often joked that the reason their parents named him that was because Toboe never stopped crying from day one out of the hospital, and how his name was really something else - - "Okubo", he said once, but he knew Kiba was just messing with him - - as big brothers do.
Lowering the obsidian statue back down onto the window, he looked about the room for anything else within it that might have significance, but saw nothing else. Toboe had to wonder, though, was this room... for him?
"Tsume." He uttered in confusion, but confused couldn't describe Toboe's feelings good enough.
He's... completely gone with thoughts, and none of them wanna make sense right now. Tsume does love him; and now he has to break up with him. He had to know how that was at all fair? Tsume is a good guy, a normal and good guy; so then why can't he be with him? They don't even live in the same area anymore, that's why! They're ages apart for another; and Tsume and Kiba don't get along, so they would never be comfortable in the same room together. Sitting down on the bed, he lowered his head to the soft, fluffy, pillow; the weight of sleep was getting to him. He's gonna need his rest for the battle ahead. He just knows it.
Toboe opened his eyes slowly, as daylight crept in from the window beside him. Rubbing the back of his hand across his eyes, he sat up to the sound of someone moving around below. The television has been turned on. Quickly, he got up from the bed then hurried down the twisting stairs in hope of getting to his bedroom before whomever that was spots him.
"Toboe?"
Too late. Turning, he smiled at Tsume; who's in the kitchen, hair well groomed into its usual style; pajamas in place covering every inch of the man. Tsume is running a whisk through a clear bowl he's holding that's filled with egg yolks.
Hand behind his head, he laughed nervously, hoping that Tsume didn't see exactly where it was that he had come from. "Huh? Yeah?" He asked.
"You're up early." Noted the model before gesturing with his head. "Wanna help with breakfast?"
Relieved that he wasn't asked where he'd popped up from out of nowhere, Toboe grinned cheefully. "Oh, sure!" He laughed again, the same nervous one from before as he walked into the kitchen. "I never get to cook much at home. I get to do it a lot more now, but not if I'm alone." He took out fatback bacon from the fridge. 'There I go again blurting things out just to avoid the butterflies in my stomach. No wonder Kiba never wants us alone - - god forbid Tsume was some weirdo; I'd probably tell him our account numbers at the bank - - if I knew them.' Pulling some strips free from the pile, he eased them onto the warming pan. Leaning in close when he hears a sizzle, he glanced up at the model who gave him a little push back.
"Don't get too close, the grease will burn you when it pops."
Smirking, the cheeky teen backed away a step. "Alright, alright." Toboe snickers a moment then says off-handed. "Y'know, you sounded just like my brother when you said that."
With a scoff, Tsume shook his head. "I'm not surprised; the only thing we'd have in common is a want for your well-being."
Toboe blushed the moment those words passed Tsume's lips; even though they weren't said in a loving way, it still made his heart jump that it could be said so absently. Tsume sounded like caring about him were the most natural thing in the world. It felt really good. The young teen yelped when the bacon popped on the pan bringing him down from his cloud. Tsume laughed to himself, before muttering something about not spacing out when you're cooking.
Surprised the older man didn't tossle his hair, Toboe waved a hand to ward off the heckling. "I'm paying attention, sheesh. Do you have tongs or something to flip them?"
"In that drawer." The model pointed to a drawer next to the sink.
"Right." He retrieved the mentioned item to turn over the meat in the pan. Boy, if Kiba could see him now... All the harping he does about the dangers of cooking. He's handling a live-wire known as popping bacon grease, and not batting a lash. Yup. Kiba would be so impressed, he'd know that he could trust him to cook for them at any given time when he has to work late. Then they wouldn't have to eat a late dinner some nights.
"Onions?" Tsume questions.
"Not for me or Kiba, Hige likes 'em though."
"Dare I suggest peppers?"
Tongue out the teen gave a dramatic. "Bleh! Some for Hige, though."
"Cheese?"
"Any kind you have, except Kiba doesn't like swiss. Hige..."
"Will have everything, but the tiles off the floor. I know."
Laughing, Toboe nodded. "Yeah."
Tsume busies himself preparing the eggs, and also a pan to suatee the onions and such for Hige and himself to add. The two worked queitly together while making the food. Toboe, stole glances at the model any chance that not being caught presents itself to him. He wondered if they will be anything like this once he's old enough to date whomever he wants?
He can see it all, being 21 years old and feeling on top of the world because he has a guy waiting for him... A great guy. But will Tsume wait that long for him? Tsume told him that he's had a crush on him since the first time he ever saw him, and he could only wait a year before moving in on him. How could he ask Tsume to wait again? But then again, if Tsume loves him as much as he says he does, wouldn't waiting just be a torturous but sweet journey?
'Listen at me. I've read one too many of Cheza's girly comic books. Of course Tsume will understand - - how can he not? I just need to find the right time to talk to him about it. I have to let him know that it's my idea, and not Kiba's; otherwise he'll hate me - - maybe even a little bit, and that just wouldn't be fair; not to mention, it would really hurt because I have to wait too. It's not like I'll be living it up in Japan while Tsume's here bored to tears with no one to snuggle up next to at night.' Hearing that, he mentally slapped himself. He really does need to lay off Cheza's comics.
"Mmmmmmman!" Hige stretched his words through his verbal and full-bodied yawn, with arms up in the air and feet on tiptoes like he's gotten rigor mortis overnight. "That smells good. Thanks for cooking, runt." Says Hige still in the 'tween of the dining room and living room. Seeing Kiba emerge from his side-view, Hige leaned over planting a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek. "Morning Kiba. Can you believe the runt's cooking for us? Someone's being adventerous on his vacation."
"That's fine." Kiba says on his way to the kitchen. "Toboe, just be care..." His words come to an abrupt hault upon seeing the model. Eyes glared, he says in bitter surprise. "Tsume."
Gasping in mock surprise, the model replied. "Kiba!" Using his usual tone, the man goes on to say. "Why so surprised? You knew I'd be coming home."
"Yeah, but you're a day early." He walked farther into the kitchen, feeling the need to cover his brother with his body since the model is in nothing more than night clothes.
"What difference does it make?" Asked Tsume testing Kiba's true intentions of bringing them to his home.
Although, they were invited, the model can't help but think it's only possible that they came because he's hoping he's brainwashed Toboe enough, to have the younger teen break up with him so they could leave as soon as possible. Well, if Tsume can have any say about it, it's not gonna happen. He loves Toboe, and nothing's gonna change it. So Kiba can try all he wanted for his desired outcome.
"I would have come home later at night, or early the next morning anyway - - but I'm sure anytime I came home would have been bad-timing to you, right?"
Tsume's trying to coax something out of him, and Kiba knows that. But he's not gonna play into it. He shouldn't have to, after all, Tsume will do a fine job of breaking them up all on his own. Kiba knows this for a fact. And if Toboe intended to keep dishing out silent treatments, eventually Tsume will take the hint of why, and go from there by asking Toboe if he wants to separate. At which point, his little brother will say "yes"; sorrowful goodbye's and then they'll be on their way home, and never hear from the model again. So that being known, Kiba merely put on a smile and replied in a light voice, though, he couldn't keep it from coming out between his teeth.
"Not at all; it's your house. You come and go as you like." Looking down at the pan, he flicked his eyes to the skylight ceiling then says. "I planned on having cereal today, hope you've got some kind of appetite, if you went out of your way to make portions. I see models eat now, so you shouldn't have a hard time with it." Retrieving a bowl from the cabinet, Kiba fixed himself a bowl of Corn Flakes, then joined Hige in the dining room.
Leaning over, Hige raised his brows, and asked curiously. "What? What's happened?"
Under his breath, he says dead-toned. "Tsume's home."
"Yeah?" Thinking that over he then says. "Isn't he a day earl-?"
"I know that!" He hissed out. "Just forget it; he's gonna try to get under my skin, but I'm ready to ignore him." He took a bite of cereal.
Smiling, Hige says with a hearty pat on his boyfriend's rigid back. "Good for you." Though deep down he knew that it was only a dream. Tsume's just too good at roping Kiba into a pissy-mood, and that's just from being around! God forbid the man have the nerve to try normal conversation, Kiba might go nuts on him! Hige only hoped that when the fur started flying that most of it'd be Tsume's.
"Ta-da!" Calls Toboe entering the dining room with a plate full of food. "I made the bacon - - ahehehe, just leave the burnt ones for me, I guess." He took a seat glancing over his shoulder at Tsume moving into the room.
"Alright, thanks!" Hige plated up some eggs, nodding his thanks to Tsume; who set down a glass of orange juice.
If things kept up this way, Hige wouldn't have to cook the entire trip! Kiba kept his gaze at his cereal, feeling a little betrayed by Hige for eating the meal but he couldn't blame the healthy appetite his lover has, for eating anything put in front of him no matter who made it. Eating has no loyalties. Tsume did take Kiba's portions, he noticed, but the jerk also took it upon his self to eat the bacon his brother burnt, waving it off as nothing when Toboe looked at him in surprise. He couldn't help but wonder if it were possible to get food poisoning from cereal? That would keep Toboe home with him while the others went out to shop, as Faye had promised.
'Faye! Of course! She knows the two of them are weird. She'll have to side with me and keep them apart, even if a little.' Thought the once nauseous Wolf.
Breakfast was uncomfortably quiet, and Toboe could guess that it was killing Hige, who usually would say something - - even while eating. Hige may have a food-zone, but he also has a chattering-zone and tends to do both, unfortunately, sometimes. Toboe thought it'd be better if he got the ball rolling then.
"So... anyone" No, that was stupid; how could anyone have seen any good movies when they never went to one? And they all watch television at the same time, so there wasn't a chance that someone had seen something any different from anyone else. He knew what Tsume has been up to, and also knew that neither his brother nor Hige, maybe, would care. So then what? What can they talk about? 'Oh! I know!' Clearing his throat, leaning over a bit to see the model's face, since he's beside him, Toboe asks. "Tsume, did you get that bathtub and shower for free, since you did the commercial?"
"Yeah."
That didn't last long in topic.
"Sweet deal." Chimed Hige, earning a smile from the young teen for having the gumption to say something. "You get anything else?"
"Sure, lots of stuff. Free meals, clothes, electronics. So long as your fame remains over the price of something, life is an oyster, and you're always the pearl." He took another bite of egg.
"And you're always the pearl." Mutters Kiba mockingly.
"What Kiba?" Asked his boyfriend with a hand to his ear. Moon knew it wouldn't last.
Shrugging the Wolf teen says casually. "I said it's a beautiful day. It would suck if it rained."
Cocking a brow knowing otherwise, Hige retorted. "Yeah. I would love to go to the beach sometime - - just hope we can avoid snark attacks." He grins cheekily.
"I'm sure we can, if we can keep the rich blood out of the water."
"I'm sure it'll be fine, if you just learn to swim away whenever it gets too close; otherwise, it'll just get under your skin and ruin everything."
Both Tsume and Toboe turn their heads like the audience of a tennis match, listening and chewing as the couple fight in code. Apparently Tsume's a rich fuck throwing his worth around, when Kiba doesn't think he's worth a cent. And Hige just wants a nice trip, and hopes that Kiba will keep it that way. Or maybe they just wanna go to the beach; it was hard to tell with them sometimes. But they all had a sigh of relief when the front door opened and Faye walked in.
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