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Hiyoshi frowned at the cupcakes.They were a little fucked up, Hiyoshi was no good with icing, and the color was a little vibrant. They were supposed to be a nice red color, but instead they looked like Hiyoshi had topped them with blood. Well, Kirihara would like them anyway. Placing the cupcakes in a box Hiyoshi grabbed his bag with the outfit and headed for Kirihara's place. Kirihara was in, he had txted Hiyoshi several times in his boredom. Kirihara had been out of town for his birthday, dealing with some sort of publicity stunt that Hiyoshi didn't really care about. So they were having a late birthday celebration.
Stepping out of the elevator leading to Kirihara's floor Hiyoshi checked to make sure no one was watching. Convinced he was in the clear Hiyoshi opened up his bag and got the outfit ready.
Then Hiyoshi pounded on Kirihara's door with his fist.
"WHAT?!" Kirihara snapped, the door flying violently open after a few minutes of pounding. Kirihara stared at Hiyoshi for a second, taking in the ears, the mittens and… Kirihara looked behind Hiyoshi, yep, even a little tail. "…you look fucking ridiculous."
Hiyoshi rolled his eyes. "Do you want to celebrate your birthday or not." He growled it out, in a pretty good imitation of a cat growl.
Kirihara leaned against the doorjamb and smirked. "I dunno, pussy, do you purr?"
Hiyoshi fished in the box and pulled out a cupcake. At close range, he couldn't possibly miss Kirihara's cheek, and the cupcake connected with a satisfying 'splat' and stayed stuck to Kirihara's cheek for a full five seconds. That was a good frosting recipe, Hiyoshi would have to thank Mukahi.
Kirihara yanked the cupcake off and gave it a suggestive lick before grabbing Hiyoshi and hauling him into the apartment.
Stepping out of the elevator leading to Kirihara's floor Hiyoshi checked to make sure no one was watching. Convinced he was in the clear Hiyoshi opened up his bag and got the outfit ready.
Then Hiyoshi pounded on Kirihara's door with his fist.
"WHAT?!" Kirihara snapped, the door flying violently open after a few minutes of pounding. Kirihara stared at Hiyoshi for a second, taking in the ears, the mittens and… Kirihara looked behind Hiyoshi, yep, even a little tail. "…you look fucking ridiculous."
Hiyoshi rolled his eyes. "Do you want to celebrate your birthday or not." He growled it out, in a pretty good imitation of a cat growl.
Kirihara leaned against the doorjamb and smirked. "I dunno, pussy, do you purr?"
Hiyoshi fished in the box and pulled out a cupcake. At close range, he couldn't possibly miss Kirihara's cheek, and the cupcake connected with a satisfying 'splat' and stayed stuck to Kirihara's cheek for a full five seconds. That was a good frosting recipe, Hiyoshi would have to thank Mukahi.
Kirihara yanked the cupcake off and gave it a suggestive lick before grabbing Hiyoshi and hauling him into the apartment.