"Hey, so like. I decided you'd be decent enough arm candy for the ball. I'm buying you a new suit, and taming your stupid hair and then you are totally taking me. I don't care what you do after we get there but I am NOT going stag like a loser. Ok? Ok!"
“Is that so? I’m flattered.” Tetsurou replied, genuinely curious about Feliks’ intentions. He wasn’t a stranger to being abruptly invited to parties, or out on dates: it happened quite often, actually. But the other’s request was much more honest than the others he had received in the past. The blonde just wanted someone hot to escort him to the ball, then as far as he was concerned, Tetsurou could do whatever the hell he wanted. A little bit of time in exchange for a suit, tamed hair (he doubted that would happened) and an evening of free food sounded like a pretty sweet deal.
“…Sounds doable.” Tetsurou said, allowing his eyes to trail over the shorter male. He gave a sly smile, tucking his hands into his jean pockets, “I’m gonna need a name and a number, first, though. Cough ‘em up, cutie ~”











