It's been an hour. A full-blown, long, excruciating hour of Kaburagi trying to seduce Yuri. Yuri wasn't interested in him—he wasn't interested in anyone. But if he had to withstand another hour of Kaburai purposely dropping things and bending down to pick them up in front of him, he was going to have a hard time not pushing him over with his foot.
Or another hour of horrible attempts of pick-up lines, he was going to have a hard time of withholding wanting to punch him even more.
God, he wanted to leave. But, sadly, here he was, walking away from Kaburagi to go home…Only for said man to follow in suit, still trying to use horrible pick-up lines.
"Ah— Mr. Petrov—"
"Mr. Kaburagi, please leave me alone. I'm not interested." Why wouldn't he take a hint? He's balantly stated several times throughout this that he was far from interested. Though, he would admit that he was interested on how stubborn this man was…
"Well, yeah, but—"
"Please, leave."
He was already in the process of unlocking his car door to get home. He didn't want to be held prisoner again to Kaburagi's retched flirting. What ever happened to Brooks? Perhaps Yuri was old enough to be his type instead of the blond.
…
Even more disgusting. He didn't want to fit into any category of Kaburagi's types. He just wanted to go home and care for his senile mother.
Even without looking back, Yuri could tell Kaburagi was pouting. "I just wanted to ask if I could at least buy you dinner…" it physically hurt not to roll his eyes. Instead, Yuri turned his head to give Kaburagi a rather bitter smile. "As much as I appreciate the offer, I must decline. For, again, I'm not interested."
How long would it take for Kaburagi to get it through his head? Nothing he could say or do would change his opionion on him. Hell, after all, if he knew he was Lunatic, those assumable feelings of attraction would vanish on the spot.
And besides, Kaburagi reminded Yuri too much of his father to ever take into consideration of being romantically attached to him. It made him uncomfortable how much Wild Tiger was like Mr. Legend—but, he didn't want to think of either things right now. Not ever, really.
"Can you at least think about it?"
Yuri let out an exasperated sigh. "Perhaps," he lied. "Now, may I please leave to go home?"
The "perhaps" seemed to be enough for the younger man. His eyes lit up and he grinned widely. "Ah, yes! My bad. I didn't mean to hold you up so long," he laughed, placing a hand on the back of his neck.
Thank god.
"Right…Good day, Mr. Kaburagi." And with that, Yuri opened the car door and climbed inside, then shut it. He didn't bother to even so much as look at Kaburagi's face as he pulled out of the parking lot.
He knew he was just going to pester him again the following day. He wasn't looking forward to it at all.