[ Complete ] FML: F*** My Life or For My Lefty?
Who: Ichijou Takuma [ sparklepiredesu ], Left Hand, and D [ moralsintact ], who's only there because Left Hand is, well. His left hand.
When: Monday, January 25th, 8:00pm
Where: Ichijou's Apartment, then out to a restaurant somewhere.
Summary: D and Takuma have been "fighting" for a little while now. However, due to the appearance of the horny handsome amazing SPECTACULAR new addition, Left Hand, Takuma is out to use this to his advantage. Will he get what he wants? Or will it backfire?
Warnings: Lefty, vampire bite. ♥
Lefty had been hassling D ever since he made the date with Takuma. D did not want to go, but he knew what he would have to put up with if he didn't comply--a talking, yelping, manic left hand who wouldn't shut up or let him sleep, possibly for days if necessary. In this, D found no plausible way out of his predicament, so he went along with exactly what Lefty said--they went out, bought some clothes for him, NICE ONES, and D watched at $300 dollars left this possession. Not that he was using the money for anything anyway, considering he still at at the apartments, only wore his leather Hunter uniform, and never did anything recreational. Just worked all day, every day.
Which was good, for awhile. He was busy, meaning less of a chance to run into Takuma.
Lefty instructed him to take a bath, and he did. Washed his hair and face, the normal things. But getting dressed was different. The material was delicate for the dress shirt, and D slowly pulled it on, buttoning the dark, blood red shirt. He eyed the silk garment.
"Come on, come on! We don't have all day, Junior! Hurry it up!" Lefty was hurrying D along, and the man pulled on the vest, then the dark black tuxedo. he stared at it with lavender eyes before putting on his tie, the tie clip--he should have bought gloves, if only to shut the growth on his hand up for awhile.
After that, D brushed his long hair out for awhile, before finally allowing some to hang in waves in front, the rest pulled back into a low pony tail and tied off with a silk ribbon.
There.
D went to pull his shoes on, Lefty still goading him. D headed out of the room, feeling a bit ridiculous in his tuxedo.
"I doubt Takuma will be nearly as dressed up for this," D stated, voice soft as ever.
"That's not the point, D," Lefty stated, whistling as little as D headed up the stairs to the sixth floor. "The point is that, regardless of the occasion, we will take him to the NICEST restaurant. We will wear the BEST clothing, and YOU will be on your BEST behavior while I razzle-dazzle him~"
"...Razzle... dazzle..."
D sighed. He knocked on the door to Takuma's room, taking a step back and waiting patiently.
When: Monday, January 25th, 8:00pm
Where: Ichijou's Apartment, then out to a restaurant somewhere.
Summary: D and Takuma have been "fighting" for a little while now. However, due to the appearance of the horny handsome amazing SPECTACULAR new addition, Left Hand, Takuma is out to use this to his advantage. Will he get what he wants? Or will it backfire?
Warnings: Lefty, vampire bite. ♥
Lefty had been hassling D ever since he made the date with Takuma. D did not want to go, but he knew what he would have to put up with if he didn't comply--a talking, yelping, manic left hand who wouldn't shut up or let him sleep, possibly for days if necessary. In this, D found no plausible way out of his predicament, so he went along with exactly what Lefty said--they went out, bought some clothes for him, NICE ONES, and D watched at $300 dollars left this possession. Not that he was using the money for anything anyway, considering he still at at the apartments, only wore his leather Hunter uniform, and never did anything recreational. Just worked all day, every day.
Which was good, for awhile. He was busy, meaning less of a chance to run into Takuma.
Lefty instructed him to take a bath, and he did. Washed his hair and face, the normal things. But getting dressed was different. The material was delicate for the dress shirt, and D slowly pulled it on, buttoning the dark, blood red shirt. He eyed the silk garment.
"Come on, come on! We don't have all day, Junior! Hurry it up!" Lefty was hurrying D along, and the man pulled on the vest, then the dark black tuxedo. he stared at it with lavender eyes before putting on his tie, the tie clip--he should have bought gloves, if only to shut the growth on his hand up for awhile.
After that, D brushed his long hair out for awhile, before finally allowing some to hang in waves in front, the rest pulled back into a low pony tail and tied off with a silk ribbon.
There.
D went to pull his shoes on, Lefty still goading him. D headed out of the room, feeling a bit ridiculous in his tuxedo.
"I doubt Takuma will be nearly as dressed up for this," D stated, voice soft as ever.
"That's not the point, D," Lefty stated, whistling as little as D headed up the stairs to the sixth floor. "The point is that, regardless of the occasion, we will take him to the NICEST restaurant. We will wear the BEST clothing, and YOU will be on your BEST behavior while I razzle-dazzle him~"
"...Razzle... dazzle..."
D sighed. He knocked on the door to Takuma's room, taking a step back and waiting patiently.