Junho admittedly smirked just slightly when the other jumped. The male was black or white at all times. Vicious and cruel to all those who weren’t part of their dysfunctional “family” of sorts. No, to those who were members of the Black Cats, he was toned down and the typical for himself. He would smile and joke, while still maintaining that same brooding persona of his. And for that, he released a sharp exhale through his nose and shook his hair. “You’d be willing to collar me, huh? I’d accept, but I’m usually the dom in a relationship. Sorry about that, sweetie.” Just for added affect, the Assassin made sure to blow the other a kiss.
Though he pursed his lips at her teasing. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for their Hacker to partake in jokes such as these. He’d go along with them, add his own two cents and continue. “I asked nicely, at least. I could’ve come in here like a bull in a china shop and demanded the help.” He’d retort, immediately lighting up at the mention of sweets. “Ah, you know me so well. Should I be scared?” The male used his thumb and index to pick up the doughnut in question, sinking his teeth into the baked good and allowing the access sugar to coat his pillowy lips.
He did raise an eyebrow at that, though, mid-chew. Finishing his bite, he allowed his tongue to map out his lips, clearing them of the sugar. “And here I thought this would be a friendly arrangement with no prices or deals. Oh how badly you wound me.” The Assassin went off, tilting his head to the side with a lazy grin. “What’s your price, then? I’m sure it’s not going to be anything simple, knowing you.”
Her face scrunched up in disgust as she physically dodged the kiss he blew at her, stepping two steps to her left. “You, a dom? No way! I never would’ve guessed with your alpha male persona.” She sticks her tongue out at him, her tone light and playful. “It’s the shoulders... All broad and big…. For no good reason too--!” Kiko chuckles, taking another bite of the sugary doughnut.
Once she’s decided she's had enough doughnuts (for now), she grabs a few napkins, wiping her hands of the jelly and the stickiness of the desert. “Why do you make me sound so malicious… I merely am asking for a favor in return of yours. An eye for an eye they say. “ Once she notices that he is finished eating, she picks up some folders and pushes her glasses up closer to her eyes. She nods towards the exit, signaling him to follow her. Her heels clicking on the floor with every step.
Her office was home, she was truly in her element here. And in no way did this look like any office, this was where she spent most if not all her hours - there were many desktops, hard drives, you name it it was there. And yet Kiko decorated the room with trinkets, and things that screamed her; there were origami cranes, fluffy pens and hello kitty staplers and post it notes - these things made her comfortable in this small yet homey space.
“Welcome to my man cave..” She stopped in her tracks abruptly, feeling him bump into her from behind. “..What is the female equivalent of a man cave? A She Shed?” She was mumbling her thoughts aloud again, something she did when she was deep in thought. Kiko sat at her desk, placing her folders aside as her screens came alive, waiting for her command. “Oh right, my favor..” She chuckled, swiveling her chair around to face him. Her body language had switched from moments before; she was smaller now, her fingers playing with her hair and her feet shaking up and down as she brought herself to ask him. “How do you feel about art?” Her fingers scratched at the back of her ear, her eyes falling on his shoes avoiding his eyes. “I mean, if I were to show you a piece of art … would you be able to give me your honest opinion?”
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