CHAPTER 105
I do not own skip beat. Yoshiki Nakamura does.
~~Magical Summer trip ~~
~~ part 10~~
His steps had carried him around on the campus for a while, and he spent some time checking the theatre courses. But after a couple of hours, he was going out of options. He was also wondering what kind of stand required so much security that you didn't accept help even when you daringly needed it if you didn't know the people well enough. And it didn't sit well with him to not help Kyoko and her friends when they really needed a hand. He stalled and tried to respect his word as much as possible but after a little more than two hours and a half, he caved, and made his way back towards the stands section set in the park.
Colourful stands bordered the path through the park as he progressed under the hot sun and the excited people. Laughs, chatters and shouts came from all around him, and he felt both happy and relieved there was so much crowd, people weren't paying attention to who they crossed paths with, or bumped into. He could see many remotely older students with drinks in hands and boisterous activities blasting beats of electronic music from every corner. He also spotted a couple of small concert stages hosting a great variety of amateur bands and more pro ones. If what his ears and his minimal knowledge in music picked up was right. What strike him the most was the unconcern in which men and women that were barely a couple of years younger than him moved and behaved. People that were the same age of Kyoko, often. No restraints nor worries had contained their lives or actions. They acted and conducted themselves as if freedom was the main vibration animating them.
And if he was passionate about acting and about his path, it made him wonder if he would have been able to act this way – as freely as those students – if he hadn't chosen this path. Or, if he hadn't been his parents' son, soaked early into acting and the showbiz world. If he hadn't been himself. But he just couldn't imagine it. Even if he hadn't been an actor and obliged to grow fast, he couldn't imagine a version of him that would have roamed around as carefree as those college students were. Yet, as he looked around and strode by, in search of the right booth, he granted himself a second to absorb the atmosphere painting this campus. As a sample bite of what this partying joyful mood referred to, and as if he was part of it for one little moment.
He ceased nearly instantly, the overdose of feast loud entertainments and crowd vibe not fitting him and was more shocked not feeling even the tiniest amount of regret never experiencing it.
He walked faster after that, set on only finding the right area, until at last, he saw it. A small crowd had gathered – they were cheering every now and then – around a vibrant spherical green booth with a small, mostly square, and colourful elevated stage attended on the side. There, a couple of people were sitting on high bar stools. Kyoko hadn't spoken much of the stand but he had heard some of Kayla instructions about what it would look like. This was the one.
He marched his way up close, weaving through the tourists and visitors, and through the numerous college students. He used his technique as a model to by-pass in a couple of sleek steps a couple of girls there, a group of young men here. Undulating hips at every other turn to weave through quicker, hoping to get to the backstage area and find Kyoko soon. That's when he saw her.
Polished grace and serenity, her humble openness sparkled its natural as she smiled. Most unease erased for the foreign eye, though he could see some nerves edging just below the apparent mirror of her cool tranquillity. His stare blurred as he blinked to the awareness she was drenched all the way to the waist line, her luscious golden locks dripping around her and down her crossed arms, as light glittered reflects on the watery shadows of her strands. She didn't look bothered in the slightest by the pretty-kitten-outfit, though he knew her enough to know, it was more bravado than real ease again.
Someone bumped into his shoulder from behind and he realized he had forgotten his surroundings once more. A couple of metres away from him, there – separated by a few row of people still. She hadn't noticed him either. Yet, right in front of him, she was, and the world ceased to be. Only her light, her gold, the bright space she occupied by her mere presence whenever she went. That's all he could see.
His line of sight was attracted when a young man walked up on stage, making a straight line towards Kyoko. He saw what he assumed to be a college student talk to one built up blond man on the left of where Kyoko stood, then a voice echoed loudly. That voice belonged to one of the people on stage, holding a mike. He was speaking to the crowd.
" … would you look at this? Seemed like mister here just won a drink with the pretty young lady. Congrats to the young man."He said as the young man cheered and Ren gaped as he noticed the wheels by the sides of the people sitting on stage only now. A bad foreboding sensation filled him as a fool mood settled in the pit of his stomach, twisting. The man on stage continued then, talking as the student stood back in front of Kyoko with way too much impatience. And for each tic of overeagerness the young man showed, more dreaded filled him. With the first sparks of anger sizzling.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it appeared our player chose to be bold and to attempt the smaller wheel. I'm sure you all remember what it can grant and what happens if the lady or the man refuses. So, without further ado, let the man spin the wheel."He said and the college student mostly jumped to the wheel, pulling at it happily.
Ren snaked hastily through the last rows as the wheel spun, unable to see what it stood for. He was reaching the front line when the arrow stopped.
A collective oh was heard from the front line as the show man brought back the mike to his mouth but he couldn't see what it was written on the wheel from where he stood. He heard the cheer of the young man, though, and his edginess rose even before the stage man spoke.
"Congratulations! The young Train just won a peck on the lips from the sweet lady." He heard coming from the microphone.
His head pivoted as in slow motion and locked on Kyoko's face set into an uncomfortable yet determined line as she smiled oh-so-politely. The fury that seized him blinded his eyesight, cold burning whiteness blurring his eyes for an instant. But not fast enough for his gaze to not catch those pink lips drop on the man's ones. Distorted was the time, as he saw, as he watched, struggling for reality to set back into its pace. His body remained rigid, consciousness fading, a ball of jealous rage petrifying his every muscle, his all being pierced by a bullet of murderous pain and possessiveness. Hot and cold rushed through without direction or sense inside of him, and he felt like he was suffocating.
But just as cold was about to cloak around him, a new bubble of ire erupted, freeing him, and he burst forward to the security guard with a rogue eye.
He hid the violence of his soreness with all of his actor skills and asked as sweet as spring.
"How much is the enter?"
The man gave him the prices requested for each wheel and explained it all about the foundation, and Ren bore with it as if he had all the time in the world, nodding and smiling brightly.
When he was done, Ren spoke again, nonchalance made into his new cloth.
"And how long will the booth be open to?"
"For a couple of hours more, I'd say."The guard replied somewhat puzzled, and as more outrage roared inside, Ren quickly calculated in his mind.
"Card or cash?"He continued before the man could ask about his motivations and because he had held up the line long enough, people were getting impatient behind.
"Cash is preferable."
He pulled out five hundred and gave him to the man.
"Would that cover the withdrawal of one participant on stage after me?"
The security guard looked at the money given and back at him a couple of times, clearly confused.
"Yes, but I'm not sur-" he eventually attempted.
"It isn't forbidden, right?"Ren asked again.
"No, but – "
"It is primarily for the children, right?"
"Of course it is!"The guard replied, clearly ready to obfuscate himself over their motivations, and concerns about the children's wellbeing.
"So, we agree, it won't be a problem?"Ren said, more as a confirmation than as a question as he climbed the first steps leading up on stage, and the guard nodded numbly, too overpowered to take any other action.
He marched down the stage wood planks and they creaked slightly as for once he failed to make his foot as light as usual. As if the weight of the violence roaring inside were added to each step he took, eyes zeroed on one area under the mumbles and whistles from all around. He could feel the familiar pressure of gazes gawking at him as if he were a coveted object to stake a claim to. And it reminded him of when he was younger. He had forgotten people were not as demure in their intentions and stares in the US as in Japan. Even if he was pretty sure, manners and appearances had a higher weight than genuine difference of feelings in the way Japanese shielded away from openly showing lust or intents in public.
Still, it made his skin crawl. Acting was happening in studios, in secluded and secured area, with a relatively small and professional public. This felt quite different.
Even so, he wouldn't let himself be deterred of getting her away from this. He might be furiously raging right now, but a small part of him could still see she didn't want to do this more than he thought she would. And if it didn't excuse him letting his feelings talk, he would still use this to appease his morals for the time being.
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Aigi was busy counting the numbers he had managed to get from the guys he was actually interested into, his nerves settling now that his participation to this was coming to an end. He was booked for most things besides one drink. And as he folded back the papers, he peered over the young lady on his left curiously. Truly, she was some puzzlement, this young woman. Warm yet distant. Ever so awkward about the spot she was in, but hiding well behind a charming polite smile. Locks a gold he would have dreamed of. He could have said she looked straight out of magazines, but there was that demure gaze. Her face barely brushed with a hint of mascara. Eyes that shined a very light caramel and had yet to lose their sparkling wonder and thrive for living. Eyes that had real warmth and sympathy when they looked at you. In a kaleidoscope of shifted focus, the figure looked escaped from some fictional book rather than some glamorous magazine. One where happy-ever-afters and efforts conquered it all.
Her humble attitude about her presence and awkwardness only accentuated the sensation she was out-of-place. And the poor men attempting their chances were all disarmed by manners a bit too graceful to be fair, and interesting expressions that she was unable to camouflage at times. And if she was unable to lie – she even stated her emotional unavailability so clearly to discourage the fools – Ha! – , and if her smiles shined with mere politeness and kindness of heart, they were nonetheless bringing them all down, unknown to the damsel. He had a couple of internal but irrepressible loud laughs watching it unfold. As her noblesse only brought more determined men. His friend, Train, included. Her sincerity captivated them more so. It became a game of tempting her otherwise.
Oh, sure, they pulled the wheels and gained or lost some time with her. But it didn't get them her number. It didn't win them her real interest or guaranteed she would want to see them outside of the time allowed. And her straight words made it sure – unless major shift – it would not change. The lady remained uncharmed, unaffected, the bright of her stare mirroring thoughts delving into far-far away vivid reveries. Men and women fell, avid to have that gaze returns theirs, to capture the swallow unexpectedly posing on the windowsill of their world while she looked into the wild for her next adventure. Unbounded.
It was one of those times he was glad he was gay. He would not have stood a chance, even him could see it, had he had any attraction to the feminine body. As it was, he thought there was a good chance they could end up friends. If she cared for it. He snorted as he saw how she replaced herself and relaxed a bit when she confirmed her t-shirt was dry, in the middle of pushing her unease away from having to kiss a stranger, he was sure. He had the curious image of a bird fixing its feathers properly as he saw her made efficient use of a couple of simply moves and stretch to rearrange herself. Yet, after talking for a couple of hours, he could still see it. How terrible she felt to be placed in this position.
Aigi was about to attempt a light joke at her intention when his sight caught something from the corner. He stopped breathing.
He was hot, he was high, he didn't know anymore. His whole body was erupting in flames, his eyeballs burned to crisp by the vision. A person – he guessed – had walked up on stage and was heading this way. Intense, tall and sleek were words you could have used for him. But they gave nothing, lacked in everything. Blessed by the gods of beauty and hell combined, would be another proposition. Sharp lean angles and muscles were everywhere on this man. Taunted legs currently eating the distance in assured slow feline steps towards him, climbed and climbed, and climbed to the infinite of his narrow hips. Smooth undulating perfection continued above to reach broad, broad shoulders. The arms attached finished their course to glaringly big fists. Yet, the furious Adonis true forte was his face. Those eyes. Surrounded by silky strands dropping to the end of his nape and bangs waving to his sinful gait, he failed to dissimulated those kissable lips, this determined nose. Or those stormy, filled with uproar eyes. The smile he adorned on that ferocious expression nearly comical in its misplacement. Moves and smile polished and brought out by the habit of shielding against the world through politeness, Aigi was positive about that. The naturalness of it for him, spoke volumes of that. The innate nobility and refine of his aura had carved his wildness inside.
It was a huge, huge dark lion pretending to be on a leash, to have tucked its fangs away, and the facade was about to implode.
He would have paid, paid every penny he had, to be fucked by such a man. To be used and thrown away and taste the frenzy firm impetuosity of such a man. To bend and fold to the wild elegant savagery this man had and would give him as he pressed him down with those humongous hands…
But even in his combustion, Aigi couldn't help but to feel that ferocity had a bitter lonely flavour on the man expression, and an odd sense of sympathy lurched forward, even ignoring if he had seen it right.
"Tell me you see him, and I'm not imagining it."He said to Kyoko, babbling despite himself. He didn't really listen to the young woman response, however, and let out a low hiccup as the man approached further and he could pick out more details.
He heard her chuckle, though. Then, he heard the rustle of her shifting towards him and in the direction of his sight, and she stopped.
"Oh. Troubles."
His mind refused to comprehend what that could mean at first, as they saw Alex feeble attempt to block the man approach, only managing to slow him down a second. And then, the information crashed into him like a hijacked train, knocking the air out of him and making him gasp aloud.
"You know the man?!"He whispered a little loud, turning to her in a frantic, and just before the man got to them.
"Yes…"She trailed before softly adding with a complex face and light hue colouring it for the first time, " … my best friend".
"… Fuck me."He let out and his fantasies crashed and burned as the wild thundering man stopped in front of the young woman.
Silence fell as they stared at each other, and he got out of his drooling phase to finally notice what there was to see. If gazes could sing the tune he was witnessing… His storm was met in stride by the bravery of the young woman, and he could already see clouds clearing up, for each second they looked at one another. She looked more at ease facing him than she had been all afternoon facing strangers, but she was also unsettled. Bothered.
Ahh. Her eyes. They were looking properly at the man, affectionate, even when she wasn't smiling, locked into his own stare.
No wonder she wasn't interested. He would not have been either if he had had this, this otherworldly creature as a choice. Him.
"Kyoko."The man let out and Aigi couldn't help himself, he whispered a moan. The low slowed groovy tone had rumbled to his core. This was truly unfair. He was thoroughfully ignored – which suited him just fine, he would have embarrassed himself – as the man kept his gaze on the young lady, and she pushed her hair away, looking embarrassed. "Care to explain?"He grumped out, and to Aigi, it felt like the mere embarrassment of the woman had diffused more of his anger.
She looked away and sighed before returning the man stared.
"I didn't know. I only learned what sort of stand it was once I was roped into it, okay?"
He frowned, clearly displeased and wanting to say much but then he let out some air, twice and more grumpiness subsided before his face turned resigned.
"We are leaving."He stated with finality and she looked back and up before shaking her head.
"I can't. I still have some slots to be won."
The mere idea seemed to infuriate him, and Aigi wondered how much of this best-friend thingie was the truth, and for whom?
"I paid to cover whatever would have been won from the rest."He said and she gaped at him, "You don't have to stay anymore."
"You can't be serious! This would be a huge sum, you – "
The large shoulder of the man shrugged at her words, showing how much he didn't care, and she looked pissed. Now, one thing was sure. For the man, she was way more.
"I was planning to make a donation for the children. It doesn't change a thing."He stated lightly and he saw the woman looking aghast.
"Even so, "She resumed after a pause, "I still can't go just like that."
The man bent forward a little then, to bring himself to her eye-level and Aigi noticed with awed the viridian jade of his eyes for the first time, as the light caught his pupils, in the angle the man stood.
"Don't tell me you wanna stay?"He asked then, and despite the nonchalance in which he asked, there was an edge in his voice that let out way more than one could suspect. Aigi would die for a man to be this possessive of him.
She rolled her eyes at him, chuckling dismissively, then waved in the direction the commentators Alex and Jin were to the game.
"Of course not. But you paid for it, so…"She explained. "It would look weird if you don't play the game, since you are on stage. And I'm not even sure it is allowed to leave without playing it once paid for."
Aigi frowned at the young woman as she spoke to the gorgeous man. That was plain lie here. No one would force anyone to accept a price if they didn't want it.
"Oh. I see. I wouldn't want to miss that, of course." Good lords and heavens above, the broody half-god had a teasing voice. Then the man chuckled. And to his utter astonishment, the young man broke into a divine smile, melting away from his frosty earlier endeavour to turn so devoted and bewitching, it was pure enthralment. And here, Aigi had assumed the man was the cold kind. The radiant life and spirit he suddenly had, were evenly matched to the young lady. Joyful and teasing. The picture of endearing.
She coloured a tint and pulled her tongue at him. The man grinned further and his eyes blazed with affection, light. And also with some heated undertone at the sight. The coin opposite of the raging man he had appeared to be when he had walked towards him and the young woman.
Someone kills me Aigi thought. That such a man existed but just out of reach was killing him. Life was truly unfair. Why must that man be straight, huh? He was so jealous.
One of the showrunners came at the time, asking if her friend was going to participate, as if they were afraid to demand his participation. He nodded patiently, the picture of the gentleman, now. As if his stormy pace on stage had been a figment of everyone imagination.
"Please turn the big wheel."Alex explained then, and the man followed the instructions and pulled the wheel. It spun and spun until it reached to a slow stop. On one-day tag.
"Congratulations sir, you won a day with the lady."Said Alex and the man beamed, making a few people gasp in the public. Then he bowed towards the young woman, smiling teasingly and eyes dancing.
"If you would have me."
She grumbled but nodded for the form, stating he didn't have to play this game to spend the day together. It seemed to bring him so much thrill, especially because she seemed to have said it loud enough for the public to have heard it.
Aigi saw the commentator escorting the man to the other wheel, and Kyoko's demigod friend, too preoccupied with her, pushed it on automatic. But he noticed how the young lady eyes grew to saucers size at the announcement, and how frigidly tense she became. That's when the man steered away from her sight, glancing at the other wheel as it came to a stop, the remembrance of what it stood for suddenly evident on his face as he stared at it. Fifteen seconds kiss.
The athletic figure of the man stood motionless, a shadow showing his back to them as his eyes remained trained on the tiny wheel.
Very slowly, he pivoted then, turning his face towards the woman. His expression was wrong. Like he was… Struggling. It looked like he had attempted a blank face and had failed, only looking more troubled.
Nonchalantly then, he waved his hand in a half circle and with a tiny funny bow, he took a step back from her. Like he was clearing the way.
Her expression didn't appear better. Worse, Aigi could have sworn it looked sad for a second. Then she crossed her arms, and shook her head slightly.
"If we do it this way, I need to refuse the price you won. And I'd rather not."She said, pointing at the bucket dangling from above.
He frowned at her, confused and ready to argue for a second, before making a move for her to explain. She pushed her hair away and the man responded by changing his posture. Taking a more laid-back footing. As if he could decipher more than Aigi understood about on how she felt at this instant. She had a swift change of expressions again. Awkwardness? Joy? Contrition? Pity – bitterness- affection? It was moving too fast for him to really say. It settled back on embarrassment again for a second, then it was gone and the ashes of a too neutral smile stayed behind. He only saw it because he had rooted his eyes on the young woman face. What amazed him more was how the man reacted. To each change in her mood, he would take a step closer, adapting to gentler, to more attentive, yet his own eyes followed and responded to every one of her mood switches. It was so subtle it was barely perceptible but it was there. As if he was comforting her discomfort unconsciously in the microsecond after seeing it. Even if only with eyes.
And just by that, you could have made a guess on how well they knew each other. They had barely spoken but they were clearly talking. Silence full of unsaid things. It was sizzling and breathtaking. However little they seemed aware of that fact. The taut longing pulsing between them a raw staccato of emotions. A void of sound never having felt so full.
The young woman rubbed her face, and pointed at the bucket again.
"If I refuse a price won by a player without an absolute good reason, the bucket is tipped off. I was already drenched once and I'd rather not do it again."
The man looked at the bucket a second too long, and spoke in an off tone as he replied a little too lightly, staring at the young woman with a blaze that sent shudders all the way to Aigi.
"It's all good for me, but didn't you come with another shirt?"
She pushed her locks away and diverted the eyes for only a tenth of second before replying in a forward, yet slightly too shy, voice to be her truthful one.
"It got ruined with an accident."
Lies.
She had said earlier, she wouldn't even mind if she were drenched once more with how hot it was. Moreover, she had pulled at the shirt she was wearing a couple of times, and upon his questioning had explained she had changed to a borrowed shirt that wouldn't be so light in case of drench. But it had never been a question of not having her spare anymore. Which meant…
The man rested his eyes on her, non-breathing.
"Are you saying you'd rather we go through with the kiss?"He asked slowly, close again to her, though no one seemed aware of that fact. She blinked once.
"Considering the circumstances- …-yes."She responded oh-so-very delicately. She mouthed a silent apology in the man direction before adding in a whisper. "The event is all about it. So, I'm afraid it will ruin things for them, and they already have it hard with the replacements."
The man looked pained again but nodded wisely, as if it was perfectly sound arguments. Aigi could see the young woman as she turned her gaze away for a second before looking back at the man, as if she couldn't face him. But when her eyes locked once more with the man ones, no awkwardness or shyness could pull them apart. As a silent witness, he saw as the man placed both hands on each side of her -on the stool iron bar surrounding the seat – , not touching any part of her as he did so.
All happened very fast then. One second staring at each other.
The next, the man was kissing her.
Seconds ticked by slowly as Aigi's brow furrowed at the odd feel he got from seeing them. Restraint. Only their lips were touching, not one bit of the other more. Kyoko's hands were digging into the outsides of her thighs, rigid, and only an inch away from her bust touching the man's one, only not. She was responding with her lips but just barely. Not in a fashion that showed dislike, though. Lids tightly closed, she had a frown of agony marring her face, as if she was fighting incredible forces. But each muscle and angles of her body were inched forward, arched to the man. Yet never touching.
The man was no better. As tense as a board, his arms were at an odd angle – the inside of his elbows stretched forward a bit too much as his limbs grabbed at the half-circle bar of the stool, those big fingers of his crushing the seat side a few centimetres low. Yet, the stiffness straining his body was contradicting the gentle, reverent, ever so slow way his lips were grazing against the young woman mouth. As if the tiniest brush more, the demurest graze added, the slightest uprise of press against her, would shatter away every single nib of control and defences left. As if the remains still standing were made of spiderwebs, crumble-able at the whisk of wind.
The emitted intensity they had, held their close spectator – and the crowd– unable to breathe as they watched, transfixed and wondering how two beings could appear so taken by one another, yes resisting with all their might. It was hilarious, in a way.
Then, Alex called the fifteen seconds. Like frost into position, the man stopped but didn't pull away. Not just yet. And then he stood, and took a step back. And another. And a third. Each foot away like a shield against her pull. It was only then he opened his lids again. His gaze was returned for a flimsy second before they looked away, embarrassingly.
The silence that had fallen around them as the crowd watched burst away very abruptly. Cheers and whistles erupted from the on-looking people, only bringing higher the awkwardness of the two main concerned 'friends', as the crowd loudly commented on what just happened.
"Now, that was some kiss."
"That was so hot!"
"Man, the whole lot of other prices just paled."
"It would really bring anyone under such a fever."
"…"
"That was racy for sure."
"It's the first time watching two people kiss seems more arousing than doing it…"
" … so sexy."
And on.
Needless to say, he could see how mortified they both were, until the man cleared his throat. He turned towards the young lady with a look a little too fierce.
"Let's g – "
He was cut in by the commentator again.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," He said with a slight grin, "but it appears there was a slight malfunction in the way things happened."He stretched and both the man and Kyoko stared at Alex with confusion. "The lady was supposed to be the one to give you a kiss, not the other way around. I'm sorry if it wasn't clear but, in consequence – "
He didn't wait for their response as – in front of Aigi's eyes – , the bucket tipped, drenching mostly Kyoko. The man wasn't left totally unscathed, though, as he had still been a tint too close from her to avoid it fully.
He thought it was quite unfair to play it that far on the rules part but the two of them only sighed. Men in the assistance cheered some more and with a groan, he saw the woman crossed back her arms, looking not too happy but resigned.
It was something else for the man, though. He closed in to block the line of sight instantly, and Aigi was sure it was on purpose. He was also seething again.
Yet, when he returned his attention to Kyoko, he was back to being patient as he proposed her to leave. Though, there was a clear unyielding feeling about that proposition.
"Let's go?"
She nodded hesitantly.
"Are you sure people said it was okay to leave like that?"She asked, and he could see she was asking more for confirmation than to put up a real fight about it.
"Positive."He said. "I'm not leaving you here anyway."
She looked puzzled and the man extrapolated.
"For many reasons. And I know you don't want to."He said and while he was smiling again, he could see the man was still pissed under the surface.
He reached a hand out to her and she uncrossed her arms and took it, standing fully. Then, she turned conscious of the little problem again and was about to place her arms in front of her again when the man spoke.
"We need to resolve that first."The man said to her with an assured but slightly frightening smile, Aigi thought. The young woman just questioned him with her eyes, and for all response, the man swiftly lifted a limb, stretching his muscles as he grabbed at his t-shirt with one hand from above his head, and pulled. Effortlessly removing the cloth before handing it to the young woman – who was gaping for all her worth – , in a smooth unbothered fashion. The whole motion hadn't last one instant but he was nearly panting from the sight that was now glaringly in view. Those abs. Those pectorals. The silky skin. It was sin itself, he decided. Aigi fanned himself.
More whistles came, definite feminine ones this time, and Kyoko glared the man.
"Here. To cover you up."He said, and his soft tones send chills down the back of Aigi. The man was way too smooth.
"You are insane! Put this back on."She hissed at him.
She tried to throw it back at him but he didn't let her.
"Put this back on!"She said again. "I can just cross my arms until it is dry."
His smile was even drier as he presented it back at her and shook his head.
"Not moving until you don't have it on you."
She cursed at the man, making the man's grin more genuine and amused, and she snatched the tee hastily before putting it on. She looked angry too.
"I'm ready to leave. Let's go."She was quick to grab the man's hand – who beamed way too happily – , and she turned to Aigi as she began to walk away. "It was nice meeting you Aigi."
He nodded and waved at her, still floored on what just happened.
"You have my phone if you have time to have brunch and chat."
She nodded and led off stage the half-naked deity of a pleased man behind her, grumbling all the way they walked until he couldn't hear them anymore.
PS: So, i finished this one earlier, just for you all. I hope you will all like it. It should be funnier than last one. And Ren is back and more spice is there. Enjoy.
Also, reviews are food, don't forget to feed the kitten beast.
Kisses,
Mimagfan,
AUTHOR OUT.