We Had Our Quarrels||Akihiro & Remy
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His freshly coated black nails drummed against the wooden counter in front of him. Akihiro clicked his tongue as he felt the presence of another. His lips pursed, the tips of his fingers now tracing mindless shapes against the aforementioned counter. The last time he recognized the presence, he thought back to the person he was with at the time.
His dark brown eyes shifted their gaze, flickering in the direction where he caught wind of the scent. With his other hand, he rested a casual hand against his cheek. A nonchalant hum rolled from the back of his throat. The approaching footsteps of the bartender coming from his left detracted his focus. His lips upturned into a cheeky grin upon seeing the familiar face.
“You know what I like, handsome,” he crooned, waving a dismissive hand the moment the aforementioned bartender stepped away to prepare his drink.













