Habits Hardly Change
Featuring Sanada, Atobe.
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"Still obsessed, Genichirou?" Atobe asks. He knows the answer, is sure of it, because he can be nothing but right. "With the pretty boys and their dead eyes and cynical smiles."
"What do you want, Keigo?" Sanada demands; he ignores the question on principle. Atobe has no need of a response to such things.
Besides, he is sure Atobe saw Yukimura in the hall, only moments ago.
"This office is boring." Continuing to press his earlier question would help nothing. It's not like he doesn't know, anyway. "You need me to brighten it up."
"You would not brighten anything up," Sanada mutters and scowls; the scowl is meant for Atobe, even if it is directed at the top of the desk.
"You have terrible taste-"
"No worse than yours," Sanada mutters under his breath again, barely loud enough to be heard. He's not surprised when Atobe ignores him and continues talking.
"-Hardly the things you need in the office of a fashion magazine editor. Traditional and boring clashes with new and modern."
"It is my office." Sanada leans back and glances around, taking in his office. Heavy and dark, as traditional as Atobe insisted. "I like it the way it is."
"Never changing, Sanada." Atobe smirks and moves in closer, running his fingers across Sanada's shoulder. "Stubborn and stupid and blind. And those are only your good points."
"You're just as stubborn and even more blind."
"Hardly." Atobe rolls his eyes at Sanada and withdraws his hand. "I'm not the one with a taste for pretty boys that will be my downfall."