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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…

This was getting ridiculous. Gin wasn't even sure what they were hunting for and as much as he wanted to trust both Anzu and Kosuke, he'd already picked a side. Would it be the wrong one, he'd be out of luck and fucked over, yet, he'd have to admit that, regardless of it all, he was still picking his own answers, just because of the evidence he received. There was little to no knowledge over when or why their commotion would attract their respective partners for the night or incite something tha…

Gin felt his skin itch with every breath as he was caught up in this scene, an altercation that he could have avoided and yet, it was too late for that. As soon as a different voice rang true, he knew he was fucked, but Gin was staring daggers at the man regardless - his expression didn't soften, not even once his gaze lay upon Kosuke, even as he found himself to be somewhat relieved. This guy was here, he had his back, and those two were over there, couldn't hear them and paid them no mind. How…

His thoughts were running rampant. Gin had idea after idea that fostered nothing but confusion in his mind and overall, he couldn't even say if the things that he had done up until now amounted to anything. As much as he tried and as desperately as he urged himself to, there was no way in hell that he'd manage any of this for any reasonable amount of time - Kosuke couldn't step in and he couldn't help him, meanwhile, raising Rokuros awareness to the situation was less than ideal as well and he w…

What now? Gin climbed through the Yasenyumei and finally saw Rokuro and the two other lovebirds come into view again. Anzu drew his immediate ire upon herself with a short glance at him; the redhead scowled at her, like a cat reprimanding its kitten, and he took note of her silly behavior. Next time, the guest would be his client, even if Rokuro might insist on something else - frankly, Rokuro might not even take him if these things kept happening and Gin did not want to lose that position. No s…

This had taken a turn for the worst. Sure, Anzu seemed trustworthy on the surface but why on earth would she steal from someone like that? No customer had ever reported her for anything, she had a clean bill of health and of manners, something that Rokuro would care about, and while Rika had been a handful for causing a scene over who exactly touched her where that one time - and definitely wasn't welcome back in this establishment when she threw a drink at one of the poor goons - Anzu was playi…

Gin wasn't above anything like that. Of course he knew that someone had to pay for that mistake, that sometimes, things had to happen, one way or the other, and he was one of the instigators for a moment of violence. That poor girl would probably get more than a stern talking to, or lose her life at worst, and yet, he was sure that a beating wouldn't be something that the waitress didn't see coming when she signed up or rather wound up working for the yakuza, in one of their finest establishment…

This was mundane to say the least. Not only had Gin to be expected to be hit with strong booze, he'd also figured they'd get to the touchy-feely part of this practice much sooner, because omeone was waving blue pills around or just couldn't keep it in their pants. However, for whatever reason, nothing of that sort happened, not at all. Every second that passed reminded him that maybe, this was just a business talk and maybe, they weren't whores for the night, but just escorts that were supposed …