[ 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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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. ]