thievery heart.

ind lupin arsène. written by mayrin.

[coeurleur]

colpograzia.

            “s p a r e  m e . This couch and I already got plans for tonight.”

     “ it sounds to me like you’re just afraid of a little challenge. ”

[coeurleur]

@colpograzia.

      “ oh, come on jigen-chan ; it’ll be fun! ”

[coeurleur]

colpograzia.

      o h ,  h e ‘ s  a w a r e—somewhere in-midst the trance-like polishing of a long clean barrel and the thief‘s sing-song melody slipping into the act as though to provide some ambient music, he is aware. But it wasn‘t until fingertips reached his skin that his own knuckles flinched, ALERT, snapping the S&W cylinder into place—curt and abrupt—much like a knee cap protesting a too-firm jab, while his left palm helplessly juggled with some leftover bullets he‘d yet to insert. “—̸—̷—̵ ,” he curses under his breath, clenches his fist (tight) to secure the loose rounds and tilts his head back to shoot the other a look oozing with staunch objection. 

        “HUH.” As if this man hadn‘t just gone ahead to steal some of it either way. Ridiculous. The back of his hand decides to intervene, giving the scheming fingers a determined nudge away from his shirt at the cost of his chest laying more exposed now than ever. “If you need a scrub, go shower.”

       their eyes meet --- and he raises a brow at the response. “ oh...? so you’re offering to be the one to scrub me down then.. ” he teases, smug and entertained at the thought. his fingers froze as soon as they were nudged away --- but are quick to act yet again; up to his shoulders where slipping the shirt down just enough to expose them is now doable ! and he does just that. of course, he knows what jigen is really implying --- go away, go alone --- but he isn't lying when he says he wants their attention, and that wouldn't get him any at all. an arm wraps around his waist, bridging any gaps that their bodies have, all while his other hand finds itself over the hand that held bullets so tightly. “ maybe we should make a mess first --- so i’ll feel better about taking another today ? ” he suggests before lips press on the gunman's shoulder, lips parting with every kiss he trails up until their ear. “ ..or which do you prefer? ”

[colpograzia]

lupin: hey ;)

jigen: i was threatened.jpeg

[coeurleur]

colpograzia replied to your post: @colpograzia​.     he watches the hands of the...

NERVOUS GUN CLICKIN NOISE

     why

[coeurleur]

@colpograzia​.

    he watches the hands of the gunman work --- intrigued as always by how dedicated he is to cleaning his firearms,  polishing them, and putting it back together so effortlessly yet, delicately. oh how he’d like to have those hands on him, or, in his own at least. lips curve as a grin forms ; actually, the thief wonders if he even notices he’s been watching ? there wasn’t even a glance at his direction when the other passes by ( maybe he is choosing to ignore . . . ? ) taking it as a chance to make his move. treading lightly is just a natural for him now, and behind the other is where he stops. a hand just as effortlessly slides down jigen’s shirt. “ hey, jigen-chan ~ ” in almost a sing song tone , he calls ; “ when is it my turn to get some of that attention ?? ” his other hand already undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt.

[coeurleur]

@colpograzia.

“ o h , shaddup!” He meets him at the doorframe—before his room can bestormed by the suffering thief, ( and because the array of sneezes echoing down the hallway had been too pitiful to ignore )—wrapped into a blanket of his own. “I didn’t even touch it! Bet you just forgot to pay last month’s gas bills after running off to get tricked by some girl?! I can’t believe you!”

     “ huh?! why are you bringing up a girl suddenly ?? besides ! i know i paid it -- something else must be wrong here, tch! ” he grits his teeth --- shivering, pulling the blanket tighter around him as if that’ll do anything. sure, he might’ve slipped a few times and forgot to pay the bill because of a similar situation like that happening but this time he really is innocent.  “ well, it’s too late to do anything now--- but it’s too cold to not do something about it.. ...---jigen...! ” he's got that look on his face.

[velshtein]

[colpograzia]

just a gunman.

[rockymountaingothic]

I’m both of them

[coeurleur]

colpograzia.

         a  s n o r t  rumbles mutely in his throat as he watches the ( HIS ) cake vanish behind a jacket in blue that is complimented by a near sly grin further up. Not only did he get off easy with time, but with just about anything else, as well. “Oh, I loved it—I loved the full 5 seconds you gave me to look at it, that is.” His head tilts; to either make space for the incoming thief, or in a meager attempt to catch another glimpse at his now delayed breakfast. And if he is not sure himself, there is no chance to contemplate, neck feeling a tug and eyes losing focus in the sudden sideward motion, face next finding itself close to the other’s.

                              —————— beat.

    Now it’s just outright SMUG, that frivolous smile of this plan-changing thief.             —————— he decides he can’t stand it and turns his head the other way. “Aah— really.” Voice flattens, back straightens, toecap bumps into standing leg. Accidentally, of course. And somewhat meek. “Now that you mention it— I feel like grabbing a coffee.”

        he grins, once again in amusement; taking a few seconds before he takes his eyes off the other and lets go of the cloth. “ coffee it is then ~ ” another reaction he expected. he stands, hands now both in his pockets and he shakes one side to show the keys are already in hand. ( by the obvious clink sound. ) “ let’s go ! ” 

    and he’s off ! out of the door with a march in his step ! the thief is usually the one making plans for the day --- and most of the time dragging jigen along with him --- but, today is special of course ; he’d let jigen do all the plan making, the demands and where to goes. that is if the other even knows what he wants to do after this trip -- even on a regular free day he rather be home eating his favorite snack and watching his favorite spaghetti western. he walked a bit faster than the other -- doors unlocked, and like the gentleman he is, he opens the car door for them. “ after you ~ ♥ ”

[coeurleur]

colpograzia.

           h i s  m a g a z i n e  sank to his lap, knee-jerk-reaction-like in response to the other’s lively calls from down the hall—though CONSCIOUSNESS had taught him better, and he made it a point to not actually get moving until a few seconds later. “Geez—!” At last, if not his throat, it was his body’s turn to heave a silent sigh as he likewise heaved himself off the couch and headed for the kitchen. “It’s right there.” Sleek dress boots clicked to a halt brisk and steady; and at a safe enough distance to the fridge, given that his object of interest was THE OVEN instead. “I was gonna warm it up for lunch anyway, so I left it here.” He opened the oven door, exposing the oh-so-sneakily-hidden pizza box of the night before. “You want some?”

    “ ..oh. ” shoulders slumped down; looking more disappointed that the missing pizza was easily found instead of what should be happy --- but immediately he shakes it off. a hand rubbed at the back of his head as he pulled a smile. “ right ! i guess i should’ve looked there first ---- i was startin’ to think you ate it all. ” he clapped his hands together bringing them up to his face, and rushing to the other to take the hard responsibility of reheating the pizza back up. “ let’s celebrate; i’ll warm it up for the both of us.” the box is removed, reaching above him to open the cabinet, taking the tin foil out so they can safely warm the food up. pizza slices are placed onto there before back into the oven. “ you can grab the drinks if you want ~ ” he hums innocently, shutting the oven and turning it on. 

[coeurleur]

watches the thief close in for a moment, then demonstratively turns away. pfh

    “ jigen... ” his voice is soft -- hushed. different than what it was a moment ago --- all the teasing and cheesy romantic lines stopped. he finds it cute how the man who puts on the big and bad act can turn so shy and red at just their hands touching --- at him coming closer than usual. the expression he makes -- that little pout he does; lupin finds it all so endearing. and little does he know ! it only makes the thief want to steal a kiss from them even more than before. he aligns his calloused palm with jigens, interlocking fingers. and his thumb brushes against the others cheek before moving to his chin, gently turning his face back to meet his own. head tilting as he closed his eyes; finally closing the ( short ) distance between them, their lips. one short kiss...and another, long, deep, leaning into it a little more. he tastes of scotch, unsurprisingly --- and his lips are just as warm as his hands. slowly he pulls back, the distance between their faces still remain short; softly bumping forehead into his. “ you don't have to be embarrassed. ”

[velshtein]

[coeurleur]

radicalcd.

coeurleur liked for a starter !

“ you must be sir banana tie ! it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. “ 

  “ sir banana tie? kid ! i think you’ve got me confused with someone else. i'm the world's greatest thief, lupin the third !! ” 

[coeurleur]

@colpograzia.

     “ hmmm...that should be everything. the last one is especially important so be sure to go over it many times, jigen. ” hands over the list.

[coeurleur]

colpograzia.

          h e e l s  r e s t e d  kicked up on the auburn couch with his back eased to its other end as the all too riveting magazine in his hands rustled half-an-inch lower at best. “What, you mean the four Santas they arrested downtown last night?” Lupin was late, he’d already gotten to that part. Second page, top. Awful picture—made them look like cryptids rather than criminals. “If you’re planning anything along those lines, no thanks,” he scoffs, “people like those are ruining the spirit of Christmas.”

   “ huh? why would i plan something like that? besides; if we do it, we do it better. ” so attempt one is a bust. though he isn’t too surprised jigen had already seen the newspaper; it was worth a shot to try at least. hands come together to close the noisy paper, smoothing it out on the table as he, for a brief moment, watched the other; eyes shifting over to the kitchen, and a grin that could give away he’s up to something sneaky --- he had another plan. so he is up on his feet, and it only took 7 seconds before he calls the others name again. “ jigen~!! where is the leftover pizza in the fridge?! i don’t see it ! ”