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Akari, at 29, was far more susceptible to invitations to 'tea parties' than he would be at 33. So when Tsukitachi had, almost courteously, invited Akari along, Akari had come. He liked to go out, now and again, and the nurses would never invite him along. Those staff members who did not find him completely disagreeable were always plotting something, and Akari could not stand people who were two-faced. Which is why it was no surprise that Akari did not hit it off with Tsukitachi's new second in command.
Hirato was everything, everything, everything, that bothered Akari about subordinates. More than that, he was everything that bothered Akari about superiors! He smiled, so sweetly, and looked like he cared, but his words told a different story than his actions. There was an underlying thread of hidden malice to his actions, and it rubbed Akari completely the wrong way.
…which did not really explain how Akari ended up underneath two 24 year olds, rutting long into the knight, and waking up with a blinding headache in the wet spot, Tsukitachi's rasping snores buzzing into his ear, and Hirato's absence leaving one side cold. Hirato was the embodiment of sweetly spoken falsehoods.
Hirato was everything, everything, everything, that bothered Akari about subordinates. More than that, he was everything that bothered Akari about superiors! He smiled, so sweetly, and looked like he cared, but his words told a different story than his actions. There was an underlying thread of hidden malice to his actions, and it rubbed Akari completely the wrong way.
…which did not really explain how Akari ended up underneath two 24 year olds, rutting long into the knight, and waking up with a blinding headache in the wet spot, Tsukitachi's rasping snores buzzing into his ear, and Hirato's absence leaving one side cold. Hirato was the embodiment of sweetly spoken falsehoods.