Forget-Me-Nots [closed]
He had been working on advertising strategies to make the club a bit more accessible to those who seemed apprehensive to the establishment.  Far from a graphic designer, Kyoya was relying on his own aesthetic sensibilities alone. However, there were certain things that stood in his way. Such as correct printing procedures. Examining the flier he had pieced together, he wrinkled his nose at the reflective gloss. No. That wouldnât do. He was just about to return to the settings when he was overtaken by a brash force, chair skidding a few feet before ejecting him and his attacker onto the floor. At first he went to scream for Dirk, only to feel lips and teeth colliding with his. A graceful kiss it was not. âDirk! What is the meaning of this?â he hissed, attempting to shove him off. The pain in his hip had lit up as he moved, a reminder of which one made contact with the floor first. âCanât you see Iâm trying to keep our business at the pique of what it can be? You canât just come barging in here while Iâm trying to-âÂ
He paused, taken back by the sheer amount of joy in his features. It had been so long since heâd seen it. â⊠work.âÂ
You knew better than to do things that might annoy Kyoya. He was easily annoyed, especially while working. Really though, he would get over it. The other young man was surprisingly forgiving of your transgressions and when it came down to it you were rarely selfish. Just this once, you decided, you would do something entirely for yourself.
So he was confused, it was an obvious reaction. But instead of explaining outright you instead kissed him again, even more deeply than the last time. It was half teeth and tongue and far less cute than his amnesiac self would have ever dreamed of doing.âMm... you can take a break, canât you? The work will still be there and we really should celebrate my capabilities to remember basic information returning.â
