are you trash? because i'd like to take you out ;^)
“That means we’re going to your house, right?”
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are you trash? because i'd like to take you out ;^)
“That means we’re going to your house, right?”
@aisowara here we go again
Great. Just great.
Iwaizumi -- who has been standing tall and proper in one spot for the last 30 minutes -- is now seated and hunched over on some irritatingly fancy ( and really comfortable ) couch, hands folded between his legs and knee bouncing impatiently, all things that wrinkle the once tidy looking suit he’s wearing. There’s a scowl on his face, distorting his brow with unsightly creases to match the downward pull at the corners of his mouth.
He was looking forward to this job; their employer is high profile -- incredibly high profile -- and requested only four people, and specified that he needed their best. Iwaizumi was proud to have been accepted. The other three chosen are at least 5 years his senior, but he still managed -- and even better than that, he was informed by the grand CEO Oikawa that he would be assigned to a special task:
His son.
Now, it isn’t like Iwaizumi to complain about work ( work is work is work, after all ), but it is hard not to feel some frustration at the fact that he won’t actually be working to protect the famous CEO himself. Even then, he might not mind his specific assignment if not for the fact that this important son, heir to the corporate throne, is now 30 minutes late.
Iwaizumi glances up and across the empty offcice at the clock sitting on the CEO’s desk. 35 minutes late, actually. He sighs heavily, looking away from the desk and deciding to take a look around the room to bide his time. The only instruction he’d been given before the CEO left with the other men on a sudden and urgent business obligation was to stay there and wait, so it couldn’t hurt.
The wall Iwaizumi is facing is actually nothing but window, with a glass door that leads out onto an elegant, plant lined patio that looks over the city from a dizzying height. He turns his head to glance behind him, and the opposite wall is covered in articles of company success and personal success. Where he sits are couches and chairs, all of various but harmonious sleek and modern design, arranged around a matching table in the middle to accommodate guests. There are some plotted pants arranged here and there, and everything is incredibly up to date --
Iwaizumi might be impressed if he wasn’t so God damn annoyed right now.
lily ( @aisowara ) & me trying to plan a very serious bodyguard AU
aisowara [X]
“What’s with the face ?? And why are you hanging upside down in a tree ?? “
Hey there! It's currently the 4th of January. My name is Lily and I'm going to be the ace! Currently I'm 17, but I'll be turning 18 shortly (within a few months). If possible, I'd like to reserve Tsukishima Kei? Thank you!
Hi there! Your reserve has been accepted! If you’d like to, feel free to spread the news about the game!
aisowara
Holy shit bro your muscles...Can I feel em?