Hell hath no fury...
Who: Neku godproxy and Joshua componere
When: Postgame
Rating:R for now
Warnings: Jealous!Joshua and scheming Neku. Oh. And LolipopKoki. Boys kissing, nudity, and sexual situations.
Summary: The new Conductor took some time to slip off and go shopping. Kariya owed him after the whole Shibuya-saving thing, after all. And he needs someone to carry/approve some secret-secret stuff. Needless to say, Neku makes his way back to the Dead God's Pad to a subtly spazzing Composer. Why would he go shopping with Kariya? Ffff. We'll just have to see.
He hadn't wanted it to be like this. Neku would have not told a soul if he could have helped it, but all the same... He didn't want to handle the situation alone. Since he'd taken up the position of Conductor, Koki Kariya had been surprisingly helpful despite his lazy baring. And after all; he said he owed the guy for keeping Shibuya on the map.
It had been a long afternoon spent in boutiques the likes that Neku had only experienced during his own time in the Reaper's Game, and Neku had never been a slave to fashion. This had been important though. He kept telling himself that. He'd gone to find something specific. There'd been a lot of guesswork involved, but here he was- several shopping bags and a tiny box in his pocket. It had been ramen for lunch (his thank you to the reaper), and now the walk home. The rubicon seemed longer than usual as he walked it. It was weird- having unlimited money and resources, having a Noise form, having the song of the city pounding in his ears. But it was becoming his reality. He could deal with it.
When he did finally make it to the Pad, he dropped down onto a leather couch and started sifting through the bags. It was embarrassing, but he had done this for a reason: To knock that pouty expression off of Joshua's face: to prove that he cared. He did, after all. It just wasn't the easiest thing for him to actively show.
And this was what he was brooding over: His expression serious but distant, eyes on the bags and his hands- on the small lump in the pocket of his shorts. On the bags again. Damn it...How was he supposed to even start talking to him? He was probably busy. He was the Composer after all.
When: Postgame
Rating:R for now
Warnings: Jealous!Joshua and scheming Neku. Oh. And LolipopKoki. Boys kissing, nudity, and sexual situations.
Summary: The new Conductor took some time to slip off and go shopping. Kariya owed him after the whole Shibuya-saving thing, after all. And he needs someone to carry/approve some secret-secret stuff. Needless to say, Neku makes his way back to the Dead God's Pad to a subtly spazzing Composer. Why would he go shopping with Kariya? Ffff. We'll just have to see.
He hadn't wanted it to be like this. Neku would have not told a soul if he could have helped it, but all the same... He didn't want to handle the situation alone. Since he'd taken up the position of Conductor, Koki Kariya had been surprisingly helpful despite his lazy baring. And after all; he said he owed the guy for keeping Shibuya on the map.
It had been a long afternoon spent in boutiques the likes that Neku had only experienced during his own time in the Reaper's Game, and Neku had never been a slave to fashion. This had been important though. He kept telling himself that. He'd gone to find something specific. There'd been a lot of guesswork involved, but here he was- several shopping bags and a tiny box in his pocket. It had been ramen for lunch (his thank you to the reaper), and now the walk home. The rubicon seemed longer than usual as he walked it. It was weird- having unlimited money and resources, having a Noise form, having the song of the city pounding in his ears. But it was becoming his reality. He could deal with it.
When he did finally make it to the Pad, he dropped down onto a leather couch and started sifting through the bags. It was embarrassing, but he had done this for a reason: To knock that pouty expression off of Joshua's face: to prove that he cared. He did, after all. It just wasn't the easiest thing for him to actively show.
And this was what he was brooding over: His expression serious but distant, eyes on the bags and his hands- on the small lump in the pocket of his shorts. On the bags again. Damn it...How was he supposed to even start talking to him? He was probably busy. He was the Composer after all.