[ Getting out to the car'd turned into a blur, Mine finds, when he slides into the passenger seat of his Lamborghini. It's where he sort of stops moving again and his head gets to catch up in a senseβ did he forget his lighter in the bathroom? Mine tries to feel for it on his person. Half-dressed again, tie pulled out of his shirt and sleeves down, he'd been carrying his jacket and now leaves it in his lap.
There's not much thought to spare for any of the other men when he turns his head to look at Nishikiyama. The sound he makes lets Mine be proud and a smirk touch one side of his mouth. It's his car he's admiring. ]
I worked hard for this.
[ Honest, dry truth while Mine's head swims in alcohol. Talking about work, about money, here, there's not a touch of bitterness. He leans his head against the champagne-white leather. ]
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Date: 2024-01-17 09:00 am (UTC)There's not much thought to spare for any of the other men when he turns his head to look at Nishikiyama. The sound he makes lets Mine be proud and a smirk touch one side of his mouth. It's his car he's admiring. ]
I worked hard for this.
[ Honest, dry truth while Mine's head swims in alcohol. Talking about work, about money, here, there's not a touch of bitterness. He leans his head against the champagne-white leather. ]