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Kosukes place felt small but cozy, in a way that made Gin miss home. Did his parents think about him from time to time? Surely. Worst of all, they probably thought about him during their restless nights and wanted nothing more than for their son to come home - something that would never happen, and something that Gin only thought about when he found himself in emotional turmoil. Were his parents even worrying? Definitely. As he thought about that, he sat down the soups on the table and grinned a…

"You want to do something with your day off, I get you, really.", Gin assured him eventually. Who wouldn't? Wasting away in their own bed, spending every fleeting moment of life with himself and not out there, with someone else, letting the sun touch his skin and soak up the rays he seldomly had times to enjoy - all that was bliss, a mundane thing that one should enjoy. "Who knows? If you get to stay at the place I work at, it's not dangerous. You'll just be keeping an eye on some gossiping girl…

Did he, truly and surely? Gin wanted to trust Kosuke for one reason or the other, but he had to admit, sometimes, that was hard with anyone. His judgement wasn't sound, it was clouded at best, he'd realized that, but also not tainted by anything. For now, he figured he could trust this guys judgement and if push came to shove, he'd just cut him off, maybe? Gin wasn't even sure what their relationship was, and much less was he convinced that the two of them were, quite clearly, doing what they ou…

Was it stupid of him to do that? Gin couldn't say; he simply knew that he cared for Kosuke and that half of this was his fault anyway. If he could make it undone, he'd do so, but now, he sat there and simply marbled at the man that sustained injuries for him, or because of his interest in him. Would they have acted according to protocol, nothing would have happened to either of them, not in the way that it had, but Gin was still the one that got off scot-free, while Kosuke was the one that suffe…

Was he, truly? Whatever. Gin could take a guess, he could enjoy what he had or worry about what didn't matter. Either way, he was just making hard on himself, wasn't he? Kosuke was an adult, he could think for himself and he didn't need someone like him to tell him what was right and what was wrong. Regardless of that, was it wrong for him to decide on his own what he wanted and what he didn't want to do? Studying someone he was closer to than a customer was going to help with how he viewed huma…

Was Kosuke always like this? The mood seemed much more gloomy than it had to be, but on top of it, not only was he wondering when and why their conversations had turned into something like that, he also had to admit that, whatever it was that bothered either of them, it was creeping out of the other when they were together, was it not? Instead, todays topic of conversation was ... everything but happy and Gin figured he should have brought Kosuke another tiny Tokage to cheer him up. It was too l…

Being with Kosuke was a different experience entirely. He wasn't like Rokuro at all; while they both were sweet in their own way, either Kosuke was good at masking his disdain for people as shallow as him, or he generally liked Gin for what he was. Did it matter much if things changed? He figured that it wouldn't and summarized that he was happy here, that Kosuke had better insight into things, but as he waited at the door, he wondered if the ravenheaded goon had changed his mind - maybe he was …

Gin didn't wait on a reply - he simply went out as he was, given that he had everything he needed and could afford to buy another bag, either one of those expensive brand store bags or maybe he could find a fabric one somewhere and then brag about the fact that his tote bag collection was about fifteen bags big, only used once and ... he was shallow, wasn't he? The redhead sighed deeply as he went about his day and got himself some coffee first, then went for the suit and kept an eye on his phon…

Incidentally, Rokuro wasn't wrong. Gin was shallow, selfish and jealous to an extend and now, he'd spoken too much and soured his poor bosses mood - whatever, he figured, as he diverted the topic, masterfully as always so he wouldn't have to deal with it, and settled for other things, more mundane and less concerned with what would happen to him once he was old and ugly, no longer for the people that enjoyed him now; he'd be, at best, dead and burnt to ash, or at worst, alive and struggling to s…

For a man like that, someone like Gin was easy to read and nothing more than a quick snack, wasn't he? Even if he was his bosses favorite and even if he persisted against time, Rokuro wasn't wrong. He was beautiful in his own right, in a way that made him wonder if he, too, wouldn't do better in a profession that needed his beauty and not his intellect, but regardless of that, he was surely glad to call that person his boss and nobody else. "And you're right for that. Why give her the limelight …

So much for being thrown away eventually. Regardless of that, Gin was either to inebriated or too lazy to think it through and every single selfish thought he had was currently climbing right from his brain to his mouth, outward and formed into precious words. What was he to do? Raise a mutiny on behalf of his coworkers by accusing Rokuro of things he hadn't done? Someone like Anzu would like that, but Gin didn't understand why there always had to be someone that was at fault, be it an underling…

Why would nobody ever deny him a wish? His parents gave Gin whatever he wanted, whenever he asked for it as long as he did his chores first and Rokuro was no different. Maybe it was their way of showing affection, or perhaps a reward for all he had done, but even then, he could never truly appreciate or decipher what it was for and why it was given to him in the first place. All those treats and nice words that he received, all the simple love that they embodied, they were somewhat lost on him a…

There were rules to learn at home and there were rules to learn in the brothel - they weren't the same, but they all had something to do with how he presented himself, what he should have paid attention to and what others liked about him; subtle nods to his posture, something that made him seem rather haughty or perhaps give him an air of noblesse. The easy things in life combined themselves into something so ethereal, Gin was loved and praised for it by both his peers and his boss, even if it d…

How sticky would this situation get from here on out? Gin wanted an answer but couldn't procure one, much like he couldn't tell himself that Rokuro didn't have any idea why he panicked like an idiot right now. Was he really that easy to see through? He couldn't say. Alas, it did depend on how he behaved half the time - and it was easy for him to slip into this house when he knew how it looked, how it worked and where he found whatever he needed, but at the same time, it carried an awful air of u…

"Possibly. He could have raised hell, I still don't understand why he didn't.", Gin answered, his face now facing the floor and his thoughts running rampant. Indeed, was it just because he felt bad for Anzu? No, that couldn't be. A man like him didn't need to feel bad for a whore like her, especially when other whores didn't feel bad for her either. What was worse, Gin couldn't make any sense of it, but he was fairly certain that he'd be able to figure it out once he got home, took a shower and …

This guy was sharp and toying with him was unfavorable - Gin had learned that when he had met Rokuro some odd years ago and his first idea was to steal whatever pills this guy carried around with him, alongside whatever cash he could spare. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately?, he had been caught in the act and his life had went the way it did, simply because it had to. By now, Gin was more grateful than anything, but on the other hand, kind of wished he'd never made the attempt. He'd be free of…

Whatever or not he had taken the opportunity to party was, in the end, up to him. Gin wasn't someone that needed skin-on-skin contact, but by the time Rokuro quite literally banished them elsewhere - it was his way of being nice, in a sense, and maybe racking up a pricey bill - he was already in need of something to relax. Pills weren't Gins forte and his addiction was a thing of the past, even if he had to admit that he sometimes wondered what would happen if he went back; only to be reminded t…

That had just happened, huh? And now, that issue was resolved without further ado, which led to Gin just letting himself sink back into the plush sofa they had sat at earlier and wonder if he'd be permitted to have a smoke if he asked. Better not, even though he looked like he needed it more than anyone, despite the fact that he wasn't the one that was in any real danger at any point. Regardless, Anzu curled up next to him and wailed for a bit, drowned out by the usual commotion of the Yasenyume…

Was he too much of a burden on Rokuro? Gin hardly knew. Couldn't say if he was making this mess worse than it was, but his boss seemingly found his answer in the way that Anzu acted and in the words of both Kosuke and his colleague, who seemed to be sorry for her behavior, if anything. All they did was being reasonable, and Gin knew that, while Anzu was just causing a scene because she figured she'd get away with it, trying to fool her boss of all people was the wrong move. Rokuro wasn't always …

Gin knew this could have been worse, and Gin knew that neither of them would get out unscathed now, but he also took mental note to never recommend a girl to Rokuro ever again. There was a cold shiver that ran down his spine, counteracted by a hot flash of embarrassment that hit him square in the face. What was he to do, if not lament his own idiocy and who would he be, if not a man of his word, if he didn't keep up with the two of them? "Anzu, shut up.", he whispered in a rather aggressive tone…