[there's a lot more here that's going to feel like a sick joke. this bastard really thinks it's able to force these kind of situations without some push back? he the man in front of him refused to engage in the demand, he would've supported him all the way. curt support, but support nonetheless. instead, he took the demand seriously and now they're levying this crap between them like two stags preparing to charge a power play. of course he doesn't have to obey or engage with this! he could walk the fuck out that door and slam it behind him, leaving aki to handle the mess on his own. except the requirement's with "another person" and he already warned the newcomer of rebellion. possibly in light of what some villains claim, he has no intention of seeming a hypocrite. resigning himself to partnering up doesn't mean he's lying down and taking orders though!
teeth grit within his cheeks, jaw visibly setting in combined defiance and irritation. maybe it's a tiny victory, but one all the same, seeing aki bite back his words and renege on his previous demand. petty compromise at least, bubbling in his throat and twanging the v lines on either side of his throat.]
Duh. [with that out of the way, he rolls his shoulders forward and shucks one out of his dinner jacket. heavier fabric slides down his arms, catches at his elbows on one, and scuffs over his palm heel and fingers of the other. a quick snare at the collar behind him hangs it up on two fingers so he can tug the other arm free, eyes never leaving aki's decision not to get on the bed even as his jacket wrought catastrophe on a lube bottle setup.]
WHAT?! [who the hell gave him permission to suggest something like that?! goddammit, that's not how this was supposed to go! even as the box flicks open with a clatter of cardboard and plastic, he's scouring it in hope it might be mockingly double sided. no such luck.] Don't order me around!
[this bastard! his expression boils at the follow up clarification before stomping over to the bed and flopping down hard atop it, arms splayed out and knees bent over the rim. fuck, he's not helping anyone ever again!] You ever seen one of those before? [head propped up, glaring down his chest at aki.]
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teeth grit within his cheeks, jaw visibly setting in combined defiance and irritation. maybe it's a tiny victory, but one all the same, seeing aki bite back his words and renege on his previous demand. petty compromise at least, bubbling in his throat and twanging the v lines on either side of his throat.]
Duh. [with that out of the way, he rolls his shoulders forward and shucks one out of his dinner jacket. heavier fabric slides down his arms, catches at his elbows on one, and scuffs over his palm heel and fingers of the other. a quick snare at the collar behind him hangs it up on two fingers so he can tug the other arm free, eyes never leaving aki's decision not to get on the bed even as his jacket wrought catastrophe on a lube bottle setup.]
WHAT?! [who the hell gave him permission to suggest something like that?! goddammit, that's not how this was supposed to go! even as the box flicks open with a clatter of cardboard and plastic, he's scouring it in hope it might be mockingly double sided. no such luck.] Don't order me around!
[this bastard! his expression boils at the follow up clarification before stomping over to the bed and flopping down hard atop it, arms splayed out and knees bent over the rim. fuck, he's not helping anyone ever again!] You ever seen one of those before? [head propped up, glaring down his chest at aki.]