fixing their tie with Tangerine? 👀
He’s off, again. You get him for a couple of weeks at most before duty calls. A month if you’re lucky. It’s horrid, but you wouldn’t change him for the world - you know he’s a man who’s set on earning his money. Keeping you “looked after”.
Tangerine walks down the stairs in one of his many suits - dark blue, striped, matching waistcoat. He has a suitcase with him. One of the big ones, so he must be aware there’s a chance he’ll get held up and chose to pack extra. He looks like a businessman in nearly every way - except for the gaudy gold rings he loves, and, if you were to go looking, the brass knuckles he keeps in one of his pockets.
The two of you don't like long goodbyes. They’re difficult, and make things even more painful. He comes to give you a kiss but before your lips meet you stop him by gently laying your hands on his shoulders.
“What’s the matter?” he asks, scanning your face for any clue. You swallow down the sadness that he’s leaving again and instead focus on something you can change: his askew tie.
You take the length of it in one hand and gently adjust the knot, making sure it sits straight on his shirt. He smiles when he realises and lifts his chin so you can more easily fix him up, a smug look in his eye from having a partner who likes to groom him as much as he likes to groom himself. When you’re done, you reach across to kiss him for real this time, purposeful and firm. A seal to send him off with (along with the love bite you gave him on his collarbone last night).
“I won’t be gone long. Couple of weeks, tops.”
“Stay safe. You and Lemon.”
“Eh, we’ll be fine. Nothing we ain’t done before.”
One last kiss before he leaves, and as you watch him go, you make a mental note to check the time difference between here and Japan.
