"Ne-eku, darling~" A syrupy voice. Oh god no. "Miss me?" A creamy arm wrapped around the J of the top, wisteria dyes oddly matchy-matchy with the Composer's eyes. Of course, every time he decides to go out, Joshua has to be there, harassing him in Shibuya Crossing. He'd have to put his bomb technician brain on just to diffuse the situation.
An oddly monotone voice leaves Neku, cold and feigned disinterested. "Well, aren't you the happy one." The orange peel haired boy didn't want to think about what was being pressed up against his back.
"Only for you." An infuriating giggle and the younger feels even more uncomfortable as the Composer rubs himself closer.
"Pegged you down as a lot of things, Josh. Never an exhibitionist though." The iceberg eye bearer tried to move to the side, deftly escaping. The one armed grip was unrelenting.
"Never knew you had such a… dirty mind Neku. It's just my .44 magnum pointed at your kidney." Widening eyes, quickening breathe. Goddamnit. "Wanna go get some coffee?"