[ Muscle memory serves Nishikiyama well in the stretch of time that fills the drive back. He’s too drunk to notice Mine is any different now either, somehow thinking he’s always this way. Receptive—? Other words to describe how he’s looked at currently don’t come, but he doesn’t mind it. He finds an empty spot in the complex’s key locked lot and parks. Like his way of vomiting before, the method to driving and getting himself home is also alarmingly well practiced. He doubts Mine is paying attention.
After taking the elevator up to the 6th floor, Mine’s car keys are returned to him, dropped in the dish of an open palm. ]
Yours.
[ Not his. He knows this much when he battles the lock of his own place. The newer building still proves to give the blade of his house key a hard time. He doesn’t know how to unlock it for a minute and he twists it a few times before it finally gives and the almost dreadfully empty apartment reveals its under furnished state to Mine once more. Mine, who isn’t a stranger anymore. He hasn’t given reason for Nishikiyama to wedge his pistol against his temple since.
He abandons his shoes and jacket at the door. Sighing loudly, he whirls to face his guest and look him up and down with the same look that’d been present there in the bathroom mirror before. ]
We’re alone again. [ He says.
His eyes fix on Mine’s throat, on its sculpt and prominence. It’s so much more handsome than anyone else’s, like the neck of a stallion or something. When Nishikiyama blinks, he finds he’s stepped closer to Mine than he’d been. ]
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After taking the elevator up to the 6th floor, Mine’s car keys are returned to him, dropped in the dish of an open palm. ]
Yours.
[ Not his. He knows this much when he battles the lock of his own place. The newer building still proves to give the blade of his house key a hard time. He doesn’t know how to unlock it for a minute and he twists it a few times before it finally gives and the almost dreadfully empty apartment reveals its under furnished state to Mine once more. Mine, who isn’t a stranger anymore. He hasn’t given reason for Nishikiyama to wedge his pistol against his temple since.
He abandons his shoes and jacket at the door. Sighing loudly, he whirls to face his guest and look him up and down with the same look that’d been present there in the bathroom mirror before. ]
We’re alone again. [ He says.
His eyes fix on Mine’s throat, on its sculpt and prominence. It’s so much more handsome than anyone else’s, like the neck of a stallion or something. When Nishikiyama blinks, he finds he’s stepped closer to Mine than he’d been. ]