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Post by AKIRA IJIRO on Feb 20, 2010 18:44:03 GMT -5
((Continuing from the phone call.))
Akira sighed, closing his cell phone up and slipping it down inside of his small "Mr. Kitty" backpack, an slung the pack over his right shoulder. Tilting his head back, his eyes scanned the mansion he stood in front of. It was massive compared to his six foot tall self, and as silly as it sounded, the Higurashi Manor intimidated the Japanese. Why am I such a big baby when it comes to things? he absently wondered as his attention dropped back down to the front door. Bringing up a hand, the eighteen-year-old like rapped on it.
You're already nervous over what you allowed Haji to hear on the phone. Just relax. More than likely he's already buried that outburst deep in his memory. Akira sighed, and lightly shook his head, "Mn. Just breathe, Akira." He did as he told himself, but immediately tensed again as the door opened. The brown, slanted sphere widened like a doe's, and a tiny squeak slipped from Akira's lips. The photographer swallowed hard, "H-Hi."
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Post by HAJI!higurashi on Feb 27, 2010 19:38:04 GMT -5
CAN YOU MAKE MY HEAD SPIN ?!!----------------------------------------------------- HAJI HIGURASHI-----------------------------------------------------  x  ----------------------------------------------------- | ♂ ! 21 ! Bisexual ! Photographer ! Japanese |
Shou of Alice Nine ??!----------------------------------------------------- | OUTFIT ! 'ALONE IN THIS BED' ! FRAMING HANLEY | ----------------------------------------------------- Tonight, I'm reaching out to the stars
I think that he owes me a favor
It doesn't matter where you are
I'll hold you again
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HAJI hesitantly lowered his phone as he heard the click of a call ending. Though they had moved on from the topic, Akira's claim still had his mind ticking away. Did it mean that the younger man wanted to sleep with him, or just really didn't want to go to a strip club?
THE twenty-one-year-old groaned and got to his feet, ruffling his dirty-blonde hair as he made his way to the kitchen again. "Junbug," he crooned, a small smile lighting on his profile. Haji leaned in, brushing his lips against the little boy's forehead. "Kira's coming to visit you, bay, isn't that exciting?"
JUN blinked up to his father, small, chubby fingers hooking into the corners of Haji's mouth and tugging. This enticed a chuckle from the man, and the two-year-old giggled as he was scooped up from his highchair.
THEY looked up as the door was knocked on, and, propping the boy against his hip, Haji made his way over to greet Akira. A bright smile curled when he saw his friend, though memories of their conversation made his stomach churn uncomfortably a moment. "Ki--"
HIS words were cut off by a small, delighted squeal, and a high-pitched, "KIWA!" Jun immediately began wiggling, arms outstretched with fingers grabbing for the eighteen-year-old. "Jun, sweetie..." the blonde chuckled, then sighed.
"WOULD you mind taking him for me, hun?" Haji blew air out the side of his mouth to move his bangs from his face, arms moving to curl into a stronger support from the squirming child.
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Post by AKIRA IJIRO on Feb 28, 2010 21:01:06 GMT -5
The younger of the two men flicked his eyes down from his friend to view the child in his arms. A wide grin spread across Akira's profile, and a bubbly giggle followed after. "Hello, to you, too, Junnie-bug." his words were soft and timid like normal. His brain quickly started spazzing as the toddler began to squirm and tried with failure to wiggle free from the twenty-one-year-old's grasp. Buddha, don't drop him.
Nodding, the eighteen-year-old grabbed the boy from Haji's arms and held Jun on his own hip. "Settled now?" the brunette gently asked, a smile forming once again. "Can Kira get a kiss, now, then?" Without waiting for approval, Akira leaned in and lightly pecked the baby boy's lips. "Mwha."
His brown orbs then glanced back over to the dirty blonde, a small and shy smile twitched into place. A few cautious steps were taken until Akira and Jun were both inside the home, door closing quietly behind them. "Hi, again." the younger murmured, leaning toward Haji to lightly embrace the older Japanese in a half-hug. Hesitantly, Akira placed a kiss on Haji's cheek, and pulled back. "What were you two doing?" he asked, moving his attention back over to Jun. "Were you being a good boy for Daddy?"
Akira lightly kissed the side of the little boy's head, and nuzzled into the soft hair. "What time are you taking him to Chinatsu?" Stepping back from Haji some, Akira readjusted Jun in his arms and ran his fingers gingerly through the tiny tot's fringe. Looking back to the boy, Akira pouted, "Kira will miss Jun-Jun. Lots and lots." |
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