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[rightdragon]

❝仕立て屋❞ ✉️ ☎️ 📸

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[invinciblemikey]

wouldnt if it werent true.

im going to solve some shit first, but ill be with takemitchy and kenchin for the night.

see you tomorrow. mitsuyay

[rightdragon]

yeah, yeah. whatever helps you sleep at night

got it, i'll pick up some food and drop by at some point after i help with the cleanup.

see you. mikeyay.

[invinciblemikey]

youre so cute.

(best wife. glad he married you, etc.)

[rightdragon]

hurry up and get back to work, idiot.

[ you're damn right. ]

[invinciblemikey]

be still my beating heart

[rightdragon]

Not gonna lie and say it wasn't rough as hell, but wouldn't give it up for anything. Learned my lesson.

[ lucky bastard you are, shin, that mitsuya doesn't tend to pry too much. he's too busy eyeballing the entrance to shin's chosen venue as they enter, the glitz and glamour a little...much, for his specific sensibilities. when you grow up poor, this is a sure step up from thrift stores and his mother cutting his hair.

mitsuya blinks for a stunned second, before bowing a little in response- reflex, but he can respect business. ]

...That's puttin' it lightly. You know, when you said 'taken care of', I was expecting somethin' a little less...expensive. Sure you're good with this?

[ like, he knows you're paying, but listen. he might feel bad?? ]

[koutsuanzen]

w/e, I don't mind knuckle dusting it out with him. he's gets too bratty anyway, if we let him run his mouth and have his way 27/4.

[Says the number one offender, but, you know.]

the pattern can be anything??

[He's no Mitsuya; fashion-forward is not in his vocabulary; and he's never given thought to the makeup of collared shirt beyond 'white, itchy, and starchy', but if he's going to be stuck buttoned up to the teeth for the rest of his days in hell, maybe it's time to get interesting.

Or garish, at least. Offensively orange, with stripes, just to make Mitsuya cringe.

Honestly though, anything that'll get him outta the Valhalla jacket.]

a gentleman leaves his shit buttoned when he's making car fire~ besides, elbow patches go well with gasoline = elbow grease.

aw c'mon, you know you'll end up doing it anyway. 1st time you see one of us walking around with loose threads and scorch marks, you ain't gonna be able to take it.

...u got me on the broke as shit memo tho. We'll turn that around quick. We were broke as shit in life, it's too fucking stupid to be broke as shit in death.

[rightdragon]

Like it'll stay that way for long.

[ it'll only be a while, before it rings out again in some way- either quietly, or to the heavens, no matter how far down in hell they are. that's how they tend to roll.

mitsuya almost misses the catch, busy eyeing up the bike in particular, but the slight jingle has him turning his head and snapping his hand out on instinct. it settles in his palm, a comfortably heavy and familiar weight, and he blinks in surprise before turning his gaze back up.

when mikey takes his hand, it feels nostalgic. natural. he lets their fingers wind together, a reminder of simpler times when they'd sit outside convenience stores, seeing who'd get a brain freeze from their ice cream first- or seeing who could chug milk the fastest after a trip to the bathhouse. before everything else.

...it's a bit selfish of him, but if things could stay like this, he'd almost find himself with no complaints. just like there's no complaints as he takes the key and puts it in the ignition, the familiar sound of an engine sputtering to life. it purrs, despite not being in any properly functioning order, and he puts a hand on the handle and feels the vibrations through his skin with a smile pulling at his lips. ]

Yeah. [ approving nod. ] Not a bad pick, huh? This thing might just go a long way.

[invinciblemikey]

Why, you spreading the nickname?

(oh, intertwined fingers. it feels good, belonging, and there's a little thought that it's funny how his hand feels so right when it's holding mitsuya's. there's that nagging thought in the back of his mind, that this probably isn't how it is anymore in the future, considering everyone's poorly told lies, but it matters very little.

he knows everyone, their contracts are obvious to mikey - and should everyone's wish come true, including his own, whatever tragedy they've been through would never come to fruition. he doesn't feel like knowing right now - may he rediscover the people he's grown with and for, in their older selves.

or watch them grow. a little squeeze of mitsuya's hand, mikey's got a smile on his face.)

Not at all. It's the easiest one to fix, too. I got it.

[rightdragon]

yeah, right. he'd flatten your ass, then he'd flatten mine. that's a losing battle.

[ he's gonna hear about that bed incident and when he does, oh boy, you motherfuckers.

somehow, that question sounds pretty ominous. ]

oi
the uglier you make it the less motivated i'm gonna be to fix your shit
would feel like an insult to my aesthetic sense

[ do you think he works with cringe, baji? do you?
he can just picture it now, and he's barely resisting the urge to wince. knowing the younger boy, he'd definitely go out of his way to pick something worse than peh-yan's normal choice of school shirts. ]

you're gonna have to clean those yourself, and probably get them dry-cleaned
you know if you put shit with gasoline on it in the washing machine it'll explode, right.

[ baji's mom probably did most of his laundry, so some part of him is in doubt of rest of toman's clothes washing abilities... ]

yeah, we'll see about that.

that's the plan. i got a job already, so you should start looking. just don't get fired too quick.
i'll kick your ass myself if you do

[mindthebass]

I'm a millionaire. When I got here, someone was nice to me and I was mean, but I'm paying it forward. This isn't going to be much for me.

(with his economies, thousands of gigs, the tanabata wish that gave him so much, and shared expenses? he could do even more, but a feeling in him says maybe mitsuya wouldn't take it if he offered more.)

You can relax. We're having a spa day! You sound like a sane one out of your group, so you should just take it.

[rightdragon]

You wish. Give it some time, and they'll do it for us.

[ perhaps to some, it'd be a bit too close- but for them? this is how it's always been, from start to finish. it's been a long time since he's felt this, the warmth of the smaller boy's hand in his own, seen the smile on his face. he's fine with this.

it makes him regret lying. he's bottling so much up now, and he can't say a damn word of it, because he doesn't want to ruin it. ruin the moment, ruin mikey's dreams, ruin his own and takemichi's efforts. but at the same time, he knows so much the younger needs to hear, and yet he's smiling like there's nothing wrong.

the squeeze makes his chest twinge, but he returns it all the same, earrings catching the light as he smirks. ]

Guess I've still got some good luck. Can't wait to rub it in Baji and Draken's faces.

[invinciblemikey]

They've had other privileges. I'm a fair leader.

(-ish. none of the things he's done so far scream of material things like the ones he's done for mitsuya. there are different ways of showing affection, after all, but that little squeeze is sure one of them. mitsuya isn't the tallest in the group, but he's also not short, so it requires mikey to get on the tips of his toes to press a kiss to the other's cheek, perhaps a bit too close to his mouth.)

[invinciblemikey]

hey mitsuya

are u today's date

u r 10/10