Ren laughs when Hijirikawa holds up the finally finished reparations only to find he's missed another hole, and the other glares at him from across the room. It'd been his fault for distracting his roommate, and he didn't regret it one single bit. The sex had been pretty damn hot and he'd won, just like he expected to.
He doesn't expect the pianist to stride over and sit down beside him, to kiss his neck invitingly and for himself to push Hijirikawa away with a smirk.
"I'm not as easy to rile up as you are, Hijirikawa. You're a sore loser. But I suppose that can't be helped, seeing as the first-born son gets anything he wants, even victory."
"Had I known that the third-born son was so afraid of losing a rematch, I wouldn't have bothered coming over."
Touché. But untrue. Ren frowns and Hijirikawa gets up, back to his table where the article of clothing lay ready to be repaired. "Afraid of losing? To you? My, my, Hijirikawa, for someone who's lost every time we've played this game you're awfully full of yourself. I would've thought-"
A needle passes by him and Hijirikawa's looking at him with disdain, but Ren finishes his sentence anyways.
"- that you would exercise more caution after losing so much."
There's a staredown, and finally Hijirikawa sits back down, takes another needle, and starts to repair the hole he'd missed before. Ren's smirk never leaves his face as he takes his saxophone from its case and plays loud enough to garner another glare from the other.