(it's a gang leader's room, and right now, there are two of them breathing the same air. alliances are feeble, not meant to last when territories and egos clash and burn through time - like the most perfect loop of politics. mikey knows this might not hold up forever, and who knows whether it's worth it on the long run, but tonight, he's honoring his part of the deal. just foster masaomi here for a little while, concealed from fleas' and snoopers' eyes who can't fucking stay in their own lane.
they'll get him back. toman's too big, too tight.
once he makes it into his own room, he tosses his flip-flops, not exactly homely as he climbs (literally) his own shelf to grab a dorayaki from his stash, one for him, one for the other. once his feet touch the ground, he tosses it to the other playfully, a smile on his face as he plops onto his own bed.)
You're sleeping on the couch and no fucking funny business with my sister. We cool?
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they'll get him back. toman's too big, too tight.
once he makes it into his own room, he tosses his flip-flops, not exactly homely as he climbs (literally) his own shelf to grab a dorayaki from his stash, one for him, one for the other. once his feet touch the ground, he tosses it to the other playfully, a smile on his face as he plops onto his own bed.)
You're sleeping on the couch and no fucking funny business with my sister. We cool?