Bittershipping (Pegasus J. Crawford/Honda Hiroto)
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"Goodness—those are quite well done, Honda-boy."
Honda's head snapped up so fast that Pegasus thought he might give himself whiplash. He threw his hands over his sketchbook as he saw Pegasus and recognition sparked in his eyes.
"W-what are you doing in the middle of Tokyo?" he said.
"I could ask you the same thing, Honda-boy," Pegasus said, tilting his head so that his bangs fell more over his eye patch. "A little ways from Domino nowadays, are we?"
Honda flushed briefly, looking away towards the ocean. He sat on one of the dykes over looking the beach, the sketchbook on his lap which had contained some very nice, very detailed sketches of motorcycles. Pegasus had always been bad with vehicles, it was quite impressive, actually.
"I work out here now," he said.
Pegasus blinked. And then he remembered that oh, right...Yugi-boy and his friends have long since graduated.
He felt incredibly old for a minute, just staring at the ocean.
"How wonderful," he said. "What do you do now?"
Honda's face twitched into something that might have been distaste.
"Factory work," he said. "My dad's place."
"You don't seem very happy about it."
"Why would I be happy about something someone else chose for me?"
It seemed to tumble out without meaning to, and Honda quickly shut his mouth looking away. For a moment, Pegasus felt like he was standing back in his old home, the sound of his father shouting at him. A faint scent of alcohol, a slur of words that just rippled past his ears without being heard, a flailing of hands as the man gestured wildly. Something about get ready to take over the company or else.
Pegasus hummed softly as he returned to the beach.
"Those sketches are very well done," he said, pretending, for Honda's sake, as though he hadn't heard the outburst. "You're talented."
"I can only draw the one thing," Honda mumbled.
"You must know motorcycles very well."
"Yeah. I guess. I fix 'em up when I don't have work."
"Ah, an engineer."
"Would be if I could have gone to school for it."
Pegasus hummed again, pursing his lips. Then he dug into his pocket and withdrew a little card, holding it out to Honda. Honda just looked at it without taking it, so Pegasus dropped it on top of his sketchbook.
"We have some openings at the Tokyo branch of Industrial Illusions," he said. "Entry level engineering for some next generation game tech. If you know motorcycles so well, you'd pick it up quickly on the job—we have full training for staff, of course."
"H-huh?" Honda said, clearly dumbfounded.
"Of course, it's up to you. But the application is on that website! I recommend it. I think you'd be good at it."
"P-Pegasus—"
"Oh my, is that the time? Please excuse me, I have an important business lunch to get to. Have a good rest of your day, Honda-boy!"
Pegasus didn't wait for Honda to say anything more, or even protest. It was Honda's choice in the end...but Pegasus hoped he'd pick the option that sounded fun. It was ever so boring to be stuck in a place without any fun at all.
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A/N: Pegasus does some good shit lol. Next is Bikeshipping (Marik x Honda).
