[ It's strange to think how the ambiance in his car had transformedβif Mine could at all, just nowβfrom needing to openly declare his desire and at the same time wanting Nishikiyama's response. To now leaving static between them, the air is infused with booze and first warm smoke. It's only been a few hours. Mine looks out the window, realizes that the scenery has come to a standstill, there are other parked cars either side.
He vaguely remembers the walk from the lot up to Nishikiyama's apartment. Tainted by the threat to his life moments later, though, how else. The hairs on the back of his neck raise, even though Mine doesn't find time or clarity to recall. The unease dissipates as suddenly with his car keys in his hand, a distracting change physically.
Blearily, Mine notes the other man's struggle trying to get into his home, again telling him he shouldn't have been driving them. A thought that, similarly, fades when the door opens. It should be even more vivid now, but Mine's spared from remembering the gun to his head a second time. He leaves his shoes in the entryway, somewhat neatly, and his jacket somewhere hanging.
Mine swallows, his adam's apple bobs in his throat.
Having stepped up he meets Nishikiyama's look directly and not in the mirrorβ he's recalling it, it concluding their rendezvous in the restroom. Like the drive, it feels like he'd attended it as a passenger. ]
Mhm. [ Nishikiyama stands closer, sooner. ]
I wanted this. [ Answer to his earlier; what Mine'd meant first, what the other'd offered then.
His lips part, reminded of the prospect of their encounter. Mine leans in, letting poor balance take him until he needs a hand on Nishikiyama's shoulder. He'll kiss him now; the flavor of Nishikiyama's own hi-lite lays over the mint. ]
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Date: 2024-01-19 01:20 am (UTC)He vaguely remembers the walk from the lot up to Nishikiyama's apartment. Tainted by the threat to his life moments later, though, how else. The hairs on the back of his neck raise, even though Mine doesn't find time or clarity to recall. The unease dissipates as suddenly with his car keys in his hand, a distracting change physically.
Blearily, Mine notes the other man's struggle trying to get into his home, again telling him he shouldn't have been driving them. A thought that, similarly, fades when the door opens. It should be even more vivid now, but Mine's spared from remembering the gun to his head a second time. He leaves his shoes in the entryway, somewhat neatly, and his jacket somewhere hanging.
Mine swallows, his adam's apple bobs in his throat.
Having stepped up he meets Nishikiyama's look directly and not in the mirrorβ he's recalling it, it concluding their rendezvous in the restroom. Like the drive, it feels like he'd attended it as a passenger. ]
Mhm. [ Nishikiyama stands closer, sooner. ]
I wanted this. [ Answer to his earlier; what Mine'd meant first, what the other'd offered then.
His lips part, reminded of the prospect of their encounter. Mine leans in, letting poor balance take him until he needs a hand on Nishikiyama's shoulder. He'll kiss him now; the flavor of Nishikiyama's own hi-lite lays over the mint. ]