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Ken was heartily sick of all this tip-toeing around--he wasn't the type for it. Never really had been. His best friend was here, dammit, and he was going to do...something. Hell, even Mamoru had to appreciate a night out sometimes, right?
(Omi had. But he wasn't really dealing with exactly the same person, was he?)
Before he could lose his nerve, Ken walked up to Mamoru's door and knocked--three sharp raps. Not hurried, but definitely letting the apartment's occupant know someone was there.
If he was home, anyway.
(Omi had. But he wasn't really dealing with exactly the same person, was he?)
Before he could lose his nerve, Ken walked up to Mamoru's door and knocked--three sharp raps. Not hurried, but definitely letting the apartment's occupant know someone was there.
If he was home, anyway.