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While most people in Tokyo are happy if they own at least one apartment big enough to lie down in Kira never saw a reason to own less than four. They are all located in popular quarters and he doesn't pay rent for any of them. After all it seems utterly ridiculous to pay for something you never get a chance to actually use. It is 1 am and ten random phone calls have taught him that if he wants to sleep at all tonight he will have to do it in the company of several other drunk teenagers. Or Setsuna who, like mostly, has shut himself up to sulk in his very favourite apartment. Kira isn't picky, he could have slept in the bathtub if this had been the only option left. However, it's not sleep he is after right now and thus he is standing, - for far from the first time - in the dark red lobby of a semi-expensive love-hotel south from Tokyo Park. He has been here before, with some blond (or was she a brunette?) transfer student. His company tonight is equally blond but otherwise as different from an ambitious, American high school girl as it gets. First of all he is a, well, he and the only thing his fleeting ambition has led him to tonight is the candy bowl on the counter in front of them.
The woman behind said counter looks amused but doesn't say anything (professional). He will have to offer her an extra tip just to make sure she doesn't happen to mention this to any of her colleagues though. Professionalism, he has learned, only last that far where women are concerned.
"Number sixteen work for you?" He pushes the folder with room descriptions in between the junkie and the candy. Catching Katou's attention for longer than five minutes mostly requires both a whole lot of determination and at least some form of bribe. Luckily both of them know very well that Kira's sexual attention span depends on how fast they can get a private place far away from the unfortunate souls that decided to throw parties in his apartments without asking first.
The woman behind said counter looks amused but doesn't say anything (professional). He will have to offer her an extra tip just to make sure she doesn't happen to mention this to any of her colleagues though. Professionalism, he has learned, only last that far where women are concerned.
"Number sixteen work for you?" He pushes the folder with room descriptions in between the junkie and the candy. Catching Katou's attention for longer than five minutes mostly requires both a whole lot of determination and at least some form of bribe. Luckily both of them know very well that Kira's sexual attention span depends on how fast they can get a private place far away from the unfortunate souls that decided to throw parties in his apartments without asking first.