Yohji sat at the kitchen table with a list in front of him. He had a line drawn through a couple of things, but there was still much to do. While he stared at the piece of paper, he saw a figure from the corner of his eye, "Good morning lover!"
"There's no one here Yohji, you don't have to pretend anymore."
"Ah. So you are right. Are you ready for some shopping? I don't know about you, but I need a tux."
"Oh I do need a tux, but you, me dear sweet Yohji, do not."
"And why is that, Kenken?"
"Because you need a wedding dress sugar lips."
"Excuse me?"
"That's right Yohji, you are going to wear a dress!"
"You suck."
Ken grinned widely at his friend.
***
Ken stood staring at his reflection in the mirror. 'My god. What am I doing? Do I really want Yohji this bad?'
"Ken? What's taking so long? Let's see it!"
"Promise you won't laugh?"
"Promise."
Ken came out of the dressing room ever so slowly. He poked his head around the corner to find Yohji. He found him sitting on a small leather couch with his head flung back, staring at the ceiling. "Yohji?" The blonde man titled his head down at the sound of his name, as Ken stepped out from behind the wall.
"Ken...you...look..." Yohji trailed off staring at his younger teammate.
"Yes?" Ken helped.
"Well." Yohji cleared his throat. "Um..." The taller assassin seemed to be at a loss for words. "You look like a groom."
"Like a groom? Um...thanks. I think."
"You know what I mean."
"Actually, no. I don't. What do you mean, Yohji?"
"You...look...nice?"
"Aw...thanks Yohji." Ken gave Yohji the biggest smile possible. "Why don't you just tell me how pretty I look?"
The older man turned a light scarlet.
"Yo-tan, are you blushing?"
Yohji looked away to stop himself from turning an even brighter shade of red. "You look good, Ken."
"Thank you." The brunette took a bow.
"Go get changed. I'll pay for the tux."
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"There's no one here Yohji, you don't have to pretend anymore."
"Ah. So you are right. Are you ready for some shopping? I don't know about you, but I need a tux."
"Oh I do need a tux, but you, me dear sweet Yohji, do not."
"And why is that, Kenken?"
"Because you need a wedding dress sugar lips."
"Excuse me?"
"That's right Yohji, you are going to wear a dress!"
"You suck."
Ken grinned widely at his friend.
***
Ken stood staring at his reflection in the mirror. 'My god. What am I doing? Do I really want Yohji this bad?'
"Ken? What's taking so long? Let's see it!"
"Promise you won't laugh?"
"Promise."
Ken came out of the dressing room ever so slowly. He poked his head around the corner to find Yohji. He found him sitting on a small leather couch with his head flung back, staring at the ceiling. "Yohji?" The blonde man titled his head down at the sound of his name, as Ken stepped out from behind the wall.
"Ken...you...look..." Yohji trailed off staring at his younger teammate.
"Yes?" Ken helped.
"Well." Yohji cleared his throat. "Um..." The taller assassin seemed to be at a loss for words. "You look like a groom."
"Like a groom? Um...thanks. I think."
"You know what I mean."
"Actually, no. I don't. What do you mean, Yohji?"
"You...look...nice?"
"Aw...thanks Yohji." Ken gave Yohji the biggest smile possible. "Why don't you just tell me how pretty I look?"
The older man turned a light scarlet.
"Yo-tan, are you blushing?"
Yohji looked away to stop himself from turning an even brighter shade of red. "You look good, Ken."
"Thank you." The brunette took a bow.
"Go get changed. I'll pay for the tux."
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