ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Satoru blinks. Then laughs.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย " HA HA HA ! "
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Like, full-bodied, hand - on - hip, head - tilted - back kind of laugh โ the dramatic kind that says " You canโt be serious. " Satoruโs grin widens as he taps his chin in mock contemplation.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย " Three days ? " he chuckles as if that's the funniest shit he's ever heard, wiping an imaginary tear from under his glasses. " It's cute you think I'm going to wait three days for you ~ ! "
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย He leans in just enough to be annoying, voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr. " Unlike a certain deadbeat daddy who lives off the women he picks off the streets. I am actually a very busy guy. "
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย His grin sharpens.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย " I don't do walk-ins. "
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย He isn't going to make this easy for him. How long until they meet โ that's entirely up to Satoru.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย " This is a limited time offer. You get one day to deposit, and after the money's wired, I'll be in touch with you later. "
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Just only because his funny boneโs tickled, Satoru decides to be a little coy with his prey. Sufficiently entertained by how Toji took his offer seriously.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย " 'Course, seeing how your soul thirsts, maybe I have the solution for your parched throat. "
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Let's see how this plays out ! !
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย He strolls toward the couch, fingers trailing along the backrest like he's tracing invisible sigils in the air. He stops right in front โ close enough to be in Tojiโs space, but far enough to keep his guard up โ ready to react to any movement. The pause is intentional. So is the smile.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย This did escalate from Toji asking for a drink.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย After rudely inviting himself over to Satoruโs place, Toji made himself comfortable on his couch, shamelessly asking Satoru to fetch him a beer.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ' Be a good boy, ' that's what Toji had said.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Fuckin' piece of shit.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Satoru angles his body just right โ an invitation if oneโs paying attention. The hem of his jacket sways as he turns, light catching the lenses of his sunglasses in a gleam that hides everything but the smirk on his lips.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย " Are you a fan of sweets ? "
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย The question lands nonchalant, deceptively casual in appearance. But his tone ? Itโs a challenge โ haughty with mirth, like heโs completely expecting Toji to chicken out. His teeth catch his bottom lip for half a second, the grin sharpening into something almost predatory.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย " Iโve got a particular blend, " he says, voice honey-thick and sweet like molasses, dripping with obscenity, " way better than piss water. "
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย He tilts his head slightly, like he's just now considering whether Toji would even dare to get it. His grin grows teeth. " Itโs much thicker. Creamier than your ' average ' plain vanilla yogurt โ and Iโm told, once itโs on your tongue โ "
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย " โ itโs to die for. "