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Sengoku had done his best on such short notice.
A tennis game was out, with Kirihara’s current temperament Sengoku was pretty sure he’d be mutilated in less than 5 minutes, so no make up tennis for them. Sex was definitely out; Kirihara wouldn’t even let Sengoku get near him. Plus, Kirihara tended to bite when he got pissy, and Sengoku had needed stitches after the last bout of make up sex. So, Sengoku was left with the latest fighting game, a bag of cheesy flavored chips, and a box of assorted chocolates. Sengoku had looked for a box without coconut, Kirihara hated coconut, but the store hadn’t had any. The store had had a box that contained one of those handy little labeling systems for their chocolates, so Kirihara would be able to avoid the dreaded coconut.
Ringing the Kirihara’s doorbell Sengoku mentally counted to 13. 13 seconds was generally how long it took Kirihara’s older sister to answer the door. Sengoku was surprised when he managed to reach 47 seconds before the door opened.
“Oh. It’s you.” Kirihara’s face was definitely pouty, and there was a slight bruise on his cheek. Sengoku remembered that Kirihara was always snappy after he’d injured himself at practice.
“I brought chocolates!” Sengoku held out the box. Kirihara paused before snatching the box away, grabbing Sengoku and dragging him inside as well. That was nice, Sengoku had been planning to stick his foot in the door when Kirihara slammed it. It meant Sengoku was saved one injured foot, lucky…
“I wasn’t really mad.” Kirihara stuffed his face with one of the caramels. “Is that Super Deluxe Mega Bloody Car Smash XXXI?”
Sengoku blinked. “Er. Yeah. Wanna play? Bet I can beat you.”
Kirihara grinned, his teeth chocolate stained, “You’re on!”
Ringing the Kirihara’s doorbell Sengoku mentally counted to 13. 13 seconds was generally how long it took Kirihara’s older sister to answer the door. Sengoku was surprised when he managed to reach 47 seconds before the door opened.
“Oh. It’s you.” Kirihara’s face was definitely pouty, and there was a slight bruise on his cheek. Sengoku remembered that Kirihara was always snappy after he’d injured himself at practice.
“I brought chocolates!” Sengoku held out the box. Kirihara paused before snatching the box away, grabbing Sengoku and dragging him inside as well. That was nice, Sengoku had been planning to stick his foot in the door when Kirihara slammed it. It meant Sengoku was saved one injured foot, lucky…
“I wasn’t really mad.” Kirihara stuffed his face with one of the caramels. “Is that Super Deluxe Mega Bloody Car Smash XXXI?”
Sengoku blinked. “Er. Yeah. Wanna play? Bet I can beat you.”
Kirihara grinned, his teeth chocolate stained, “You’re on!”