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@lachalaine from here

         Oh god, this wasn’t the reaction he needed, especially when the thing he did was so stupid, not serious. “No, no! I’m not runnin’ around or bleedin’ or anythin’ so... I’m fine, I’m fine, don’t worry. I just... This might sound crazy but...” 

         It would be better just to come out and say it, right?

         “I’ve got like... 30 live lobsters in the back of my fuckin’ car and none of them have those claw rubber bands so I’m too fuckin’ scared to try to pick them up... I just don’t know what the hell to do??” he put his hands over his face in embarrassment, a light flush dusting his cheeks, “And before ya ask, I was really drunk last night and decided to free some lobsters from the store, ‘cause they deserve freedom, too, right?... So... That’s where I got ‘em...” 

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@aircruiser

         Just another job, right? This one was supposed to be easy because there were no people in the large skyscraper he was meant to break into, due it it  being the middle of the night. He’d gotten in easily enough, surprisingly, having simply picked a lock at the back where the kitchen and cafe was located. It was so easy, in fact, that he thought the kitchen crew hadn’t closed up like they were supposed to, thinking that no one would ever try to break into the skyscraper that was the home to a multi-billion dollar company. Those idiots.

         After disabling the security cameras, he rode the elevator up to the level that the documents he needed were on, which was the 50th floor— the top floor— before searching for those documents. 

         Thinking there was nobody inside, the delinquent opened and closed a few doors without thinking to do it silently, finally proceeding to open a door to a certain dark room and crouching to open the safe that housed the documents with a flashlight until he heard footsteps directly behind him. 

         Shit. He knew that this had been way too fucking easy, and quickly stood up to apprehend the man that had so rudely intruded on him trying to steal the highly confidential account numbers. Dropping the flashlight to pull out his knife, the thief ran at the man, who turned out to be surprisingly strong with pretty damn quick reflexes, and managed to finally pin him on the floor after a good minute of struggling against him. 

         Normally, he would’ve just ended the poor bastard’s life then and there, but the dim light of the flashlight and the intense proximity of their faces allowed him to see those eyes— the same ones he had gazed into so many times, the same ones that he’d seen first thing in the morning when he woke up two years before, the same ones that held such intensity during the middle of a fight, the same ones that he now dreamed of more often than he’d like to at admit. Oh yes, he could recognize those those yellow hues anywhere... 

         The very second Kai recognized them, he dropped the knife and backed up as fast as he could on the floor, his own eyes filled with panic and confusion and hurt. 

         “...L—... Lanzo...?” 

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@fxrsakenhearts

         Since it was a Friday night, the delinquent was spending time at his favorite local bar, subconsciously stirring his scotch with the mixing stick provided as he watched people filter in. Today, he wasn’t exactly in the mood to pick someone up for a one night stand since work had been awful, and he’d been yelled at by a few yakuza too many to be willing to flirt. There was a certain guy who took his interest when he entered, however, and the thief had been watching him all night until someone approached him and began to flirt pretty hardcore, which made him a tad jealous in all honesty. 

          Brows furrowed when Kai noticed from the first male’s body language that he was definitely not into the one that was trying to hit on him, and this caused the moody thief to take action. 

         Approaching from behind, he put on a smile to flash to the male who was getting hit on and say, “Hey babe, sorry I took so long in the bathroom that this fucker had to come and bother ya. Let’s go home, I’m gettin’ sick of the fuckin’ filthy people in this bar.” Golden eyes fixed on the guy who was flirting with a dangerous, piercing glare, obviously telling him to step the fuck off or get hurt. When his “boyfriend” stood up to leave with him, they exited the bar and stopped at a nearby park, where he lit up a cigarette.

          “Sorry, I just couldn’t watch that fuckin’ idiot flirtin’ with ya like that when ya obviously didn’t want it. It pissed me the fuck off.”

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@tattara

   ❝ I totally don’t even know what you’re talking about.  ❞

         “Awwww, c’mon, babe! I like to be needed~! The fact that ya miss me just means I’m doin’ a fuckin’ good job at lovin’ ya~!

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@descxnt​

   “ …Are you going to buy a cake or not, sir? ”

   He’d dealt with smitten teenage girls beforehand, but very scarcely men. The last thing he needed right now was some shady-looking guy coming onto him. All he wanted was to finish up his shift & maybe go for a stroll. Unless… he wasn’t coming onto him. Not particularly well-versed in these matters, he still felt it necessary to change the subject.

         At the cold reply, the thief couldn’t help but smirk. “Are ya always so fuckin’ cold to your customers? Ya better be more careful than that if ya want this little fuckin’ business of yours to thrive. No one likes buyin’ things from an asshole." Kai shrugged, golden eyes meeting the other’s red ones. Man, this guy had some weird coloring, but it was definitely interesting in an almost endearing way, since the look suited him. 

         “If you’re done bein’ fuckin’ rude, on the contrary, I’m here to deal with you. I just moved into the area, and I wanted to meet the fellow thief in the area. Perhaps more importantly, let ya know that you’re not alone in this part of town anymore, and ya might not find jobs as easily because I’m pretty fuckin’ good at what I do.”

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@weismanniisms

“Of course… but I have a feeling affection isn’t what you’re after, handsome.”

         “Aww c’mon, what makes ya say a rude-ass fuckin’ thing like that, huh? I was hopin’ we could be friends. You’re not doin’ very well so far.”

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@cuinceredir

         This was a normal activity for the thief to do on a Saturday night when he was bored with nothing else to do. Selling drugs at night clubs wasn’t his favorite thing to do, but if he didn’t feel like staying in and doing something at his home, it was an okay alternative. Plus, it made him quite a bit of money because people at these places would pay so much more than on the street. 

         As he came out of the bathroom where he had been selling, he was a bit surprised to see the management coming towards him with definite frowns on their faces. Well, it seemed like he’d been busted. Unless...

         Once they approached him and asked just what the hell he was doing, he pointed to the hottest male who was dancing, and beaconed him over with a finger, making it apparent that he wanted to buy him for the night. “I’m here for him. Why, is there somethin’ wrong?” 

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@ex-homra

   To forget would have been to make things easier on himself. To forget a person was to not only set it aside, but to rid yourself of the memory & all that it entails. Every word spoken, every mistake made– and Fushimi carries his mistakes like they’re medals of honour. He flaunts them, and he uses them as a reminder that things have changed.

   Except it’s not that easy. It’s never that easy; not when your past consistently creeps up on you. Quite literally, too. There’s no escape; there’s never been an escape, and that in itself is made apparent when he finally connects the familiar voice of the man not far behind him to a name– a face.

   Fushimi doesn’t dare turn around, and he doesn’t want to speak– he doesn’t know what to say, and even if he did, he’d much rather just walk away and pretend he hadn’t been confronted at all. Slender fingers curl into the fabric of his uniform, and he refrains from turning to face the other.

   “ …Forget who, exactly? ”

         The nerve of this guy. “Forget who?” he asks? It’s pretty fucking obvious when you’re standing right behind someone and say “Don’t forget me” that you’re referring to yourself. This was exactly something that Fushimi would say, and the thief knew that a bit too well since they had been childhood friends. Well... More like a love-hate relationship type of childhood friends. 

         “I’m talkin’ about myself, ya dumbass. Stop tryin’ to avoid lookin’ at me, that’s not gonna make anythin’ easier for you ya know.” he rolled his eyes and grabbed the other’s shoulder, pulling it back so that they were finally eye to eye. It sort of surprised him how similar yet how different Fushimi looked now after around eight years of not seeing each other once. 

          “I could tell it was you the second I got on the fuckin’ train, so there’s no use tryin’ to hide...”