[ Even if he's tired, and irritated with Mei, Itsuki can't help the way he smiles when he hears him squawking over the intercom. He thinks he can actually hear him a little through the doors to his office. But the secretary gives him a sly look, and he quickly bows to her as she buzzes him in, his ears red around the edges.
Right, he has work to be doing.
But he can't help the pang in his chest at the sight of Mei, flushed and ruffled. Despite what he's put together, he still treasures his time with Mei, and what they have, even if he's a fool for it. There's a sinking suspicion underneath that warm, floaty feeling that haunts him, one that sounds a little like his mother when she's disappointed with him. What the hell is he doing, sleeping with a thief? He's a criminal.
Here he is, approaching his desk anyways, thinking about how Mei's slowly started to open up further around him. Regardless of his damn thefts. ]
Nothing, Mei-san. [ Hat in one hand against his chest, he brings the other up to rub at his tired eyes. There's darker rings under them, these days. Despite the fact they retrieve the stolen goods - or, more like, Mei returns them - Itsuki is still constantly sent out to try and track him down before he has a chance to conduct the robberies. He knows he could solve this easy as anything if he just turned him in. He knows where Mei sleeps. He knows where he works.
But he doesn't. Instead, he tries to safeguard against his thefts, futile as it is.
His hand drops, and he refocuses on Mei. ] I came to tell you to clear your schedule.
[ honestly, mei's secretary is such a gossip! he would fire her!! except not, because not only is she efficient, but she's cute, so there's no way he's going to do that. he's just flustered, and it's only itsuki also looking a little flustered that keeps him from squawking about it. jeez.
he's not hiding behind his computer, but he's also definitely not looking at itsuki, so he misses the tired rub of his eyes. if itsuki's exhausted, mei's practically perky--he runs his thefts because he's bored, and a good heist usually leaves him energetic the next morning. this is no exception, and it's undeniable that the life he lives isn't really healthy. a couple cups of black coffee, a pill, and he's wide awake and back to work, every single day. it's hard being a billionaire by day, thief by night, and he could quit and--
well, he's thought about it. not often. but the other night, as he'd slipped back into bed with itsuki knowing his pager was going to go off just seconds after he got into bed, he'd thought about quitting. about how tired he sounded when he woke up, about how mei couldn't convince him back into bed (and he's very convincing.) he has a feeling that itsuki knows what's going on, but mei's own hubris isn't going to let him get anywhere near stopping the inevitable train wreck from happening.
he's typing away on his computer, pretending not to be embarrassed, when itsuki speaks up the second time, and it takes mei a second to process. he lifts his head and narrows his bright blue eyes, scrutinizing him. ] Excuse me?
[ mei doesn't just clear his schedule for just anyone...or anything. this better be good. ]
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Right, he has work to be doing.
But he can't help the pang in his chest at the sight of Mei, flushed and ruffled. Despite what he's put together, he still treasures his time with Mei, and what they have, even if he's a fool for it. There's a sinking suspicion underneath that warm, floaty feeling that haunts him, one that sounds a little like his mother when she's disappointed with him. What the hell is he doing, sleeping with a thief? He's a criminal.
Here he is, approaching his desk anyways, thinking about how Mei's slowly started to open up further around him. Regardless of his damn thefts. ]
Nothing, Mei-san. [ Hat in one hand against his chest, he brings the other up to rub at his tired eyes. There's darker rings under them, these days. Despite the fact they retrieve the stolen goods - or, more like, Mei returns them - Itsuki is still constantly sent out to try and track him down before he has a chance to conduct the robberies. He knows he could solve this easy as anything if he just turned him in. He knows where Mei sleeps. He knows where he works.
But he doesn't. Instead, he tries to safeguard against his thefts, futile as it is.
His hand drops, and he refocuses on Mei. ] I came to tell you to clear your schedule.
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he's not hiding behind his computer, but he's also definitely not looking at itsuki, so he misses the tired rub of his eyes. if itsuki's exhausted, mei's practically perky--he runs his thefts because he's bored, and a good heist usually leaves him energetic the next morning. this is no exception, and it's undeniable that the life he lives isn't really healthy. a couple cups of black coffee, a pill, and he's wide awake and back to work, every single day. it's hard being a billionaire by day, thief by night, and he could quit and--
well, he's thought about it. not often. but the other night, as he'd slipped back into bed with itsuki knowing his pager was going to go off just seconds after he got into bed, he'd thought about quitting. about how tired he sounded when he woke up, about how mei couldn't convince him back into bed (and he's very convincing.) he has a feeling that itsuki knows what's going on, but mei's own hubris isn't going to let him get anywhere near stopping the inevitable train wreck from happening.
he's typing away on his computer, pretending not to be embarrassed, when itsuki speaks up the second time, and it takes mei a second to process. he lifts his head and narrows his bright blue eyes, scrutinizing him. ] Excuse me?
[ mei doesn't just clear his schedule for just anyone...or anything. this better be good. ]