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His sudden idea seemed to surprise Kosuke the slightest bit and Gin had to admit that he was a bit too straightforward with that little request of his. All in all, he simply had figured that it would be the best course of action - they couldn’t quite oversleep and he’d save money for a taxi, before he’d walk back tomorrow, when even the seediest parts of town were safer. If he was in luck, maybe he’d just stop by at the brothel earlier and doll himself up there - that way, he’d avoid going home …

Then no cleaning for Kosuke - Gin had the perfect silly outfit for that in mind, but if he wasn't allowed to, he'd leave it at that and not pester this poor man about it any longer. Or should he? No, that was silly. For now, he stayed close and absorbed every little scene, so much so that even the harder-hitting ones were getting to him. Whenever he found himself particularly sad about something in the movie, he realized, he reached for his beer, which eventually wound up being empty, but he did…

"Yes. Sure, there's a few things you could do to make it even cozier, but other than that, I don't see why it wouldn't be.", Gin elaborated, meaning every word he spouted. Kosukes ego seemed rather fragile when it came down to it and he didn't want to be the one to hurt and shatter this poor soul completely; sure, fine-tuning was all that any place needed, but maybe Gin just wanted to help - help someone out that couldn't help himself, or rather wasn't capable of extending some time toward his o…

Whatever had changed in this guys demeanor had led to one of many things, but most importantly to the insecurity that stemmed from his voice. Gin felt bad, he should have been more appreciative, but he cuddled close instead and tried his earnest to soothe the nerves of a man that he wanted to feel loved right then and there. Soothing someone was his strong suit, was it not? That’s why they all always flocked to him, like scared sheep sought out a dog or their shepherd for comfort - even if his w…

Poor bugger - the nervousness ruined this guy from the inside out and Gin was the one that could only smile at him. Was it wrong to sit on Tokage and not the floor? Why was ... god, Kosuke was a mess and Gin took ages to realize that. Just now, when he was fumbling with himself, those sheets, the jacket, everything, even while shuffling back and forth between rooms - but Gin let him, for now. Why would he hassle him? He wanted Kosuke to sit down, to get comfortable and to enjoy himself as well; …

With the two Tokages in tow, they somehow made it to Kosukes apartment - rather silently at that. Not that Gin minded it in particular, it simply struck him as odd the moment he started thinking about it. Why weren't they talking now? He blamed the nervousness that had settled in and the realisation that, all in all, he was a rather tired guy after all the work today, happy to have some silence and anticipate what would come next. For a bit, he figured that it might be a rather mean-spirited way…

Kosuke was right - he needed to stop worrying about everything. Nothing was serious, really, not at this point in time, and even if the two of them were kind of into a few things, that didn't mean that they needed to act like they'd some sort of respect to uphold with one another. Kosuke had seen him, experienced who he truly was and Gin could only sigh as that realisation finally came to fruition. It was, what it had to be, right? That was all his fault, in one way or the other. "I'll stop worr…

"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…