"I'm also pretty good at spreading my legs, that doesn't mean I don't dream about getting out of this dump at some point.", Gin suddenly said, quite earnestly at that, and openly no less. Why wouldn't he be truthful? He'd not gain anything from lies, nobody gained anything out of white lies like these either. "Not ... that I think that your job is as despicable as mine.", he suddenly reeled back. Why was he doing this to himself? Because he couldn't stand the truth, which simply was that he couldn't equate one thing to the other and that there was nobody that truly understood him? That sounded stupid. Kosuke would get it, maybe, but what did he do - aside from suck this dudes dick once? Nothing, really. And still, he was acting like an overly zealous girlfriend, completely obsessed with the concept of a man that he hardly knew at all. Great. Gin didn't want to fall for this dude, but apparently he fell - hard, without anyone to stop him. "I want to make things right. That's all.", he assured Kosuke instead. He had to be careful around this guy, like any other, if he wanted to or not, it didn't mater. "If you sleep with me, you get a cash prize ... kidding. I'm glad I didn't. Not yet, anyway." A smile swept across his lips - like this, anything could happen; he'd accept it, with bliss.
Stroking over someones face like that, he found the gentle act of tenderness almost therapeutic, believing himself to be at peace right here. It was strange, surely, that something like this could even happen, but maybe being lovestruck - spellbound by somebody - was a common occurence out there, in the real world that he didn't even know all too well. Wasn't this real, too? Sadly, yes. "Nice, good, lovely ... anything, but that came out of left field.", Gin snickered. "Did I? Oh my, I can be quite the pushy guy, no?" That he was. For good reason no less; someone had to make money, and some people just got pissed if they didn't think they were getting their moneys worth, especially from a scrawny guy like him. Kosuke was one of the few non-regulars of his that gave him a chance, despite the initial decline; others would throw a tantrum, like little babies, about being 'forced' to 'fuck a fag' or even breathe the same air as him. Who even said Gin liked men? "But you're the most interesting by far; I can't get you out of my head that easily. This isn't flattery." Making Kosuke blush, that would be a nice challenge and Gin would take it, yes! "Nooobody has to knoooow ~", he hummed in a low tone and couldn't help but laugh as Kosuke suddenly sat up. The redhead used the sudden reaction to get up from where he was sitting and walk to the single desk this place sported. It had a few things, but most were quite useless at this point. "You didn't misunderstand, in fact, I'd like that very much." Gin doodled his number on a piece of paper, and along with it, a stupid little bunny face, because 'plain white' wasn't his style. Afterward, he went back to bed and threw himself into Kosukes arms. The paper was swiftly stuffed in his chest pocket, before he seeked out another kiss. "You're not bothering me, in fact, I'd love if we could meet ... elsewhere."
Stroking over someones face like that, he found the gentle act of tenderness almost therapeutic, believing himself to be at peace right here. It was strange, surely, that something like this could even happen, but maybe being lovestruck - spellbound by somebody - was a common occurence out there, in the real world that he didn't even know all too well. Wasn't this real, too? Sadly, yes. "Nice, good, lovely ... anything, but that came out of left field.", Gin snickered. "Did I? Oh my, I can be quite the pushy guy, no?" That he was. For good reason no less; someone had to make money, and some people just got pissed if they didn't think they were getting their moneys worth, especially from a scrawny guy like him. Kosuke was one of the few non-regulars of his that gave him a chance, despite the initial decline; others would throw a tantrum, like little babies, about being 'forced' to 'fuck a fag' or even breathe the same air as him. Who even said Gin liked men? "But you're the most interesting by far; I can't get you out of my head that easily. This isn't flattery." Making Kosuke blush, that would be a nice challenge and Gin would take it, yes! "Nooobody has to knoooow ~", he hummed in a low tone and couldn't help but laugh as Kosuke suddenly sat up. The redhead used the sudden reaction to get up from where he was sitting and walk to the single desk this place sported. It had a few things, but most were quite useless at this point. "You didn't misunderstand, in fact, I'd like that very much." Gin doodled his number on a piece of paper, and along with it, a stupid little bunny face, because 'plain white' wasn't his style. Afterward, he went back to bed and threw himself into Kosukes arms. The paper was swiftly stuffed in his chest pocket, before he seeked out another kiss. "You're not bothering me, in fact, I'd love if we could meet ... elsewhere."
Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.