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"Are you sure?", he tried to argue. For once, Gin didn't know what to say - Kosuke was such a nice, well-meaning guy that he didn't even know what to say or feel. Were those feeling seven genuine or was he just making a clown out of himself? Those were things he couldn't answer himself right away, but they took a rather strenous task off of his shoulders: Thinking too much. "Did you? I bet you flirted with that stall attendant.", he accused him, but Gin shook his head. "I'm glad they didn't rip …

"I can't just owe you nothing, that's not how that works!", he protested with quite the giggle. Kosuke was such an idiot! Why didn't he let him do this for both of them? Gin failed to find the answer in that, and if he were honest, he wanted nothing more than to just pay for once - every single time he tried, someone else seemed to be worried about his finances. Sure, it was sweet, and yes, he definitely enjoyed it, but if he were honest, he probably made more than Kosuke and could afford stuff …

He'd be back in time, he said. He'd eventually come back, he claimed - all that was fine and dandy with him; poof, he was gone and Gin watched after the guy that strutted off like it was nobodies business. Like this, he was almost envious, felt, like a housewife that had been dumped with two kids (both of which were not even human, no less) and waited on. His eyes fixed on the darkening expanse, his ears on the conversations that happened in the background and his mind on something that he hadn'…

What a cute couple they were, no? Gin enjoyed every last second of their little quest for Tokage and, for the time being, it wasn't even that he felt like he needed any of this, but rather, that the two of them deserved this, like some sort of break that nobody was ever going to give them anytime soon from now on. "Huh? And why would that be bad?", the redhead asked. His apartment almost always was dirty, judging by the fact that some plants eventually would drop their leaves or that dust would …

"I don't mind that, but maybe you do?", he suggested. Gin wasn't sure about what was going on in Kosukes head, but he could tell that there was something that bothered the big guy, whyever that truly was. Maybe because he didn't want to show someone like him how little he could afford? By all means, he wasn't a glutton, and yet, he could understand. Fear like that was apparent, especially when one lived in nothing more than one crummy space that they didn't even have for themselves entirely. "So…

"Not your apartment? Bummer. I want to go there, you have nothing to hide, right?", he asked with a slight giggle. There was something that made no sense when the two of them interacted, but at the same time, it was great to know that he wasn't the only one that was concerned by all that was going on. For one reason or the other, he felt like he had always needed someone like Kosuke in his life, to understand the basics of what was going on and to focus on what was important for him. There, ther…

"Like mine? The choice is yours. Just so you know, I won't judge you if you want to go to your place, though.", he chuckled. There was nothing to be afraid of, was there now? Gin figured that there couldn't be - he viewed Kosuke as a rather orderly, sweet person but maybe he was wrong and the tides were about to turn - whatever the case, he could only fathom, but for now, that wasn't even their biggest problem. If they won the Tokage now, he realized, what on earth were they going to do with it?…

"What was that about not trying to get me back into your apartment? Well, for your information, I'd like to go there - whatever you want to or not.", he crooned happily. All those missing invites to Kosukes apartment were now becoming reality, huh? But not only that. Gin knew that he was overstepping lines and boundaries, but even then, why wouldn't he? Giving this guy a push in the right direction seemed to almost be necessary and, worse, Gin was enjoying it, even when he was the insecure one, …

Kosuke was right. What was there to worry about? A big fat load of nothing. Gin should have known that, he usually was so damn confident, and yet, he couldn’t even help himself - all those fake personas had wormed themselves into his head but definitely not his heart, no matter how much he tried to abide by all those simple rules, he couldn’t get any of it to work, not at all. In the end, all he did was confuse himself, no? “Tomorrow? Hm. I doubt that, but I’d have to check back in with my boss.…

“I guess you do? I mean, if we were going out with each other, like this, and you hated my guts, I’d eventually have to ask you what is wrong with you - if you had yourself and such.” It wasn’t out of the ordinary that depressed men looked for what seemed like angels, trapped in a flesh chassis that called itself a human body - they idolized them, to an insane degree, built them altars, honored them by digging through their trash. Stalkers were their own kind of humans, monsters, of anything; an…

“I can’t not worry about you, that’s pretty much impossible.” Gin hadn’t lost the worst of his traits - after all these years, he still felt responsible for others and looked out for them. Their sorrows and their burdens, they were theirs alone to shoulder, just like that, and they’d either fizzle out and disappear, or worse, be here to stay. The realization that he couldn’t help anyone unless he’d manage to help himself, it hurt - it sucked, but maybe someone like Kosuke didn’t need it, didn’t …

"I ... yeah, right. You're right about that. Sometimes I'm just not sure. Believe it or not, I can be rather awkward with people.", he admitted. One more reason why he hadn't what it took to get out of his profession and just be something like a host instead - Gin knew he was a mess, in the worst ways possible, and tired as well; tired of many more things than just himself, or the way he was living his life. But enough of that. "Mhm.", he assured Kosuke, still, but with a smile on his lips. Ther…

Was he too harsh on Kosuke? Maybe. He looked like a wet puppy right now and Gin had to admit, he couldn't help himself - he wanted something like a serving of this guy, just for himself, in his own four walls, to be reminded that he was perfectly fine the way he was, and absolutely not in the wrong for feeling the things he felt. For once, he figured, he'd actually gotten his hands on someone that liked him, not just for what he did, but also for who he was - there was nothing lovely about his e…

Was it that he was merely an idiot, or that he had forsaken and surrendered himself to his stupid fate? Why was it that, from here to then, he was only ever good at making amends for others, but never for himself? Gin was thinking too much today, he figured, and he was holding strong on the belief that, all in all, maybe it was how it had to be - a life, filled with grief and selfdoubt, one that he could hardly understand because he was, for the lack of a better word, a much more sensitive being…

All of this was eating up his brain and keeping him incredibly distracted and self-focused, maybe even for much longer than it should be. Gin wasn’t like this usually, but he suddenly had the incessant urge to appeal to his newfound friend; with whatever he could, and with that, it also was like he was in for opening a big bag of surprises, the moment that their little dates simply weren’t enough anymore. Wasn’t that sad? “The knight in shining armor thing? We talked about it last time, and as I…

At least he was sorry - that was a good way to repent. Gin couldn't help it; sometimes he drowned out his surroundings and lived in a different world, one that was all up in his own head, and one that made little to no sense to him on a few occasions. Was it for the best if he shut up about it, or was there any reason for him to mention it? Not entirely, or necessarily at all - Gin simply would keep to himself for now, at least in such a regard. "I'll let you know! What was that last time, about…

"Yes, yes you did.", he laughed. Of course - the redhead was often enough absorbed into his own world, stuck in a concept he barely understood before he moved onto the next thing, and before long, maybe that was a good thing. Potentially, this was smarter than anything; being an airhead was half as bad as it sounded, and if he were honest, maybe he'd have different views on the world then, as well as the ability to understand why all of this happened to him, of all people no less. "I would have …

Mission Festival was a go, it seemed - and Gin was more than happy to adhere to that, the moment he flocked into his apartment, discarded all of his clothing and stepped under the shower. While he would have liked a yukata, maybe it was too much, so he picked something plain - some jeans, a nice little shirt, some fitting sneakers and a bit of jewelry, but mainly modest. >okay!<, he texted back, the moment he saw the text Kosuke had written him and, while he normally would take his time, just lo…

As Kosuke had brought him home, Gin felt as if he had done everything he could to convince this man to stay, yet, he'd failed - it wasn't his place to judge, or even to claim that it didn't hurt him; he merely smiled at him, anxiously, before he unlocked the imposing metal gate and slipped back inside. "Sleep well.", he told Kosuke with a big smile, still, and then locked it behind him. The rest of his journey was a rather boring one; he got a shower, and then relaxed just a tad bit too much, he…

There was some snickering from his side as they wandered off into the night. Wasn't it a delight to be here, just with Kosuke, with someone he gave two fucks about? Why, all of a sudden, he couldn't say - but he figured that if he stuck to him, maybe that'd get him somewhere, not in life, not in death, or in friendship, but for the time being. Good feelings galore were all he wanted, and as he stuck out his hand to grab the other, warmth seeped through his very being, the moment all the blood he…