Zane rolled his eyes at the name. "Please Zane, am not an idol anymore." He stated using the key in his hand turning the the lock and pushing the door which gave a defined creek from never been used for a good few years.
Taking a slow step in he saw that the place had been just as he left only with a thin layer of dust, which he wrinkled his nose at. He didn't mind mess but he hated dust, shrugging out of his formal jacket throwing on to a chair slumping himself scanning to the silver haired man.
"So what's the game you have planned?" He quizzed all know well Aster's enjoyment in little challenges and game. Hopefully something that would distract his mind from the dull controversy that was happening down stairs that could only just be heard thanks to the door still being wide open.
Aster gave an immediate sigh at how Zane had chastised him on calling him sempai and then insisted he wasn't an idol. He supposed this would always be classic Zane if you got down to it. Sapphire oculars now watched as the lock was turned by alabaster digits and he canted his head towards the side as a sudden idea came into his thoughts, most likely from that single turn of the lock.
Well maybe the dust moats in the former Duelist Academy's Prodigy's dorm flittering about, might have had something to with it as well especially as he now placed his own evening jacket on a nearest to him after folding it.
"Well, Truesdale.. It's simple and only requires a simple coin, we choose heads or tails, and take turns flipping and basically guessing. Person who guesses right can either ask the other to drink or give up an item of clothing." Aster explained while pulling out the simple to be later offending coin and with a small flick of his thumb sending it into the air before catching it and covering it on his wrist. "So what say you? Want to play?"
Zane watched Aster walking and describe the game with the simplest of details. Let alone the small glint that was in Aster's eye as he tossed the coin into mid air. His cobalt eye along with teal one followed it up and back down into the pale slender hand.
"Oh if you honestly wanted to see me undressed why didn't you just shower with me and Atticus when you were at the academy?" He drawled out thinking it would be best if he didn't take his waistcoat or tie off just yet.
Sitting up to pull two shot glasses from the lower section of the rosewood ornate table and setting them down to pour two shot's of vodka. Edging one more closer to where Aster would probably seat himself. "But this liquor needs consuming so why not I never turn down a challenge Phoeny." He snickered at the loosely hung name he just gave the prestigious man. He wafted a hand over to the opposite sofa before leaning back into the leather and neatly placing one leg over another in an relaxed style.
"What uncouth words are you babbling?" He saw the cobalt eyes move with the coin and with a quick movement he snapped his wrist over before looking at it. Tch. Tails. Always tails. "I don't want to shower with you or Bucky as his precious fangirls call him." He scoffed before showing the coin on his wrist.
"I called heads, you obviously got tails, so you go first." He declared while watching as the teal tressed male drew two shot glasses from a lower section of a table. Watching the vodka pour and strew about in a second manner he lifted a brow at the new nickname. "You're right liquor always needs consuming especially when theres a good game to be played.."
Prominence lingering over his form he looked at Zane while flipping the coin in a haphazard manner, admiring the silver gleam as it would shoot up into the air and back down into his paired digits of thumb and forefinger closely pressed together.
"You know? I can give you a nickname too.. Truey." He was only attempting in cockiness to return the favor, mainly in annoyance but come on, Phoeny it struck a nerve somehow, even though oddly he found it.. to be honest.. endearing? no that wasn't the word.. Cute that was the word. Wait? Cute.. what the hell was Truesdale playing at? Then again, what was he playing at by giving an equally as cute sounding nickname.
Shrugging it off he placed one leg over the over and let a chuckle subside from his depths, his back laying back in a relaxed manner. "So begin? It's your turn since I got the worst luck of the toss.. I always do it seems." Sapphire oculars seemed to peer past the other in a mocking manner yet keeping to his own way of silent prominent pondering in the process.
Again that voice moved in the air as a smirk hung on his lips. "Your move, I hope your luck is better than mine."
Zane smiled and cocked his head as he saw the initial toss fly up into the air with such grace just like a lock of that sliver hair flying in the wind which Aster used to hate since he found his visage something to take pride in. He was so vain for such a formal duelist.
Giving a light sigh seeing it fall and slapped on a sleek pale hand to reveal that dazzling silver coin showing as he know that little millennium puzzle symbol, showing. "I see I win." He mocked out a laugh at the disgruntled face showing.
Listening to the nickname that past those plush pinkish lips. Truey? Was Aster /trying/ to be intentional cute or was this some way of mocking him. After all he had call Aster 'Phoeny' just as a layman term for the man's last name he meant nothing behind it.
Or had he? It had puzzled him for a moment why did he call him that, after all he only call one other person by a pet name and that was his darling little brother Syrus. Yes he was viewed as the 'big bad brother' but as the years went by and his actions caused several bad point in his life to change he had warmed up to the boy.
But even when they were little he called him Sy. However this was different he was calling it first out of mock but it wasn't after he said it. He liked calling the silver man it, it just slipped off the tongue it sounded so nice and refreshing just like the man himself when ever he was in the man's presence.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked at how Aster was sitting. That leg neatly crossed over which made his pants constrict slightly over the crotch. What was he thinking stop staring ah his companies groin area. Shaking his head and consuming the clear liquid with haste.
He took the coin and ran his fingers over it. "Fine then. Since I won you can strip while I flip this coin." He said back in his stoic tone trying the clear his thoughts with alcohol and annoying his partner with jokes.
"Also I like that name Silver Phoeny." He smirked resting his head on the back of his hand leaning on the arm chairs rest.
Keeping his form relaxed and taut on the couch for a moment before he noticed just where his companies eyes were looking, deciding to make this more difficult for them he uncrossed his legs to let the cream colored trousers constrict even more so against his center. "Is something wrong Truey?" Here he was using that tell tale nickname again he thought with an inner tic to his ways.
Sapphire peering into teal he sighed, maybe this was just tension from the night the Obelisk party had been one strung out with numerous people who had greeted him here and there asking him about his adventures and duels in the Pro Leagues. To be quite honest it had been tiring and he had been relieved when he had been able to run across the teal haired male finally.
Inhaling a light breath and then exhaling it he ran his fingers out to pick up the glass of vodka on the table and brought it to his lips and quickly drew in a sip.
"So," He leaned over his eyes widened and gleaming in a very mischievous manner and yet contrasting with the lashes and alabaster of his skin. He got up for just a moment and preened about like a proud cock who had been called out to a fight.
"You want me to strip?" Chortle running up from his depths, he tucked a silver tress behind his ear as his hips seemed to sway side to side illustrating almost what was to come. Alabaster fingers ran up and in a manner of all but temptation he ran them over the buttons of his dress shirt that had laid beneath his evening jacket.
With but a small action of peeling one button open, he moved painfully slow, hips moving in tune with his actions moving with chuckles descending from his lips as he popped another a button and then another before in pattern he had finally reached the last.
Sleeves moving away from his body in soft graces he flitted out of it with a teasing movement letting it drop to the floor before dropping down to the couch once again. A flourish of thoughts running through his head.
What was that? Some sort of strip tease? And for all people his rival in the Pro Leagues.. He must have been touched in the head from that simple little bit of alcohol he had just had in the banquette area. That must be it.
Sighing so his chest heaved and fell in a steady movement he looked at Zane taking in any look for surprise or shock, before looking for that coin once again seeing the familiar Pharaoh's head on the side opposite he had called in his coin toss.
"So? Truey.. I call tails." If Zane could have good luck with tails then maybe so could he. "Also I like the nickname and I hope you like your own, Truey is short for Truesdale I hope you know that.." Aster stated as if it was the utmost simplest thing to see in all things, everywhere, or anywhere.
Zane peered at the thin form uncrossing his legs and taunting the fabric more over the area,'dammit Zane stop staring at Aster's crotch' his brain mentally scolding him for being unlike him usual self.
After all he was a Truesdale, thee Truesdale Zane Kaiser. Head of the academy cold stoic brooding well manner intelligent. Not some wavy fangirl that ogled at men's bodies. No that wasn't how he acted, yet here he was.
In front of his rival he was staring like as a piece of stripped meat for him. Then he was mentally slapping himself for saying strip, what the heck had he said that for, because he had a drink in hand and so did Aster and they were already slightly tipsy from down stairs, and were slowly drinking now so that option was pretty redundant in his mind.
And now Aster stood up parading around like the old top hot duelist he was. Wait a minute hot, yes in the terms he was good not in the other sense no stop that low temporal mind of his.
And then it all went to hell, his mental self's jaw dropped as he kept a stoic visage on, but oh boy what a display Aster was putting on he was trying not to show how he was hypnotized by those slender thin hips.
Then those eye boring into his own, thin pale fingers playing with those buttons some how wishing that it was his jacket Aster was undoing not his own.
Seeing him sit back down finally he let out a sigh and reached for more vodka. And gave a pert nod at the call tossing the silver piece up and catching it with a defined flick of his wrist and slapped it on his hand slowly teasing the hand off hoping it wasn't heads he wanted to give Aster the turn.
Removing the hand clearly to reveal a tails. "Well looks like tails is the head of the night, my dear Phoeny." He chuckled tossing the coin back to his partner. "And I know just as the same as the term Phoeny unless you want me to call you /my silver hunny/?" He shook his head and took a sip, almost laughing at the term.