[THREAD] It's not everyday you see your boss in a dress.
Who: Yamamoto Takeshi (rondine_of_rain), Gokudera Hayato (with_thesehands)
Where: Elysium Condominium, Ninth floor on Ninth Block.
When: 10th January; afternoon.
Summary: Gokudera wants to get home, but his father's men are loitering around. His option? A disguise.
Rating: PG13.
Gokudera could not believe that he was doing this.
Of all disguises, he had to take a sexy female one, only because it was the least likely to get him caught by those men in black suits standing around his condominium's front gate. It was a good thing his hearing was good, and he could remember things well; it was the only reason he recognized the quiet voices he had heard while on his way back.
Tugging at the dress a little, he fought with the heels, trying not to stumble as he clenched his fists to keep from undoing the tie that was holding his hair up. How the hell did the women ever bear with all these? Oh wait; they were used to these things. Thankfully his face was bare, since he refused to go that far.
In fact, he was already pushing it, with the little black dress and three-inch heels. Once he got into his apartment, those things were going to be burned.
He got past the men, but there were more of them hiding around his apartment. Frowning, he muttered a silence curse and rang the doorbell of his own house, feeling a little odd. Hopefully his bodyguard was smart enough to know that it was him and play along.
Where: Elysium Condominium, Ninth floor on Ninth Block.
When: 10th January; afternoon.
Summary: Gokudera wants to get home, but his father's men are loitering around. His option? A disguise.
Rating: PG13.
Gokudera could not believe that he was doing this.
Of all disguises, he had to take a sexy female one, only because it was the least likely to get him caught by those men in black suits standing around his condominium's front gate. It was a good thing his hearing was good, and he could remember things well; it was the only reason he recognized the quiet voices he had heard while on his way back.
Tugging at the dress a little, he fought with the heels, trying not to stumble as he clenched his fists to keep from undoing the tie that was holding his hair up. How the hell did the women ever bear with all these? Oh wait; they were used to these things. Thankfully his face was bare, since he refused to go that far.
In fact, he was already pushing it, with the little black dress and three-inch heels. Once he got into his apartment, those things were going to be burned.
He got past the men, but there were more of them hiding around his apartment. Frowning, he muttered a silence curse and rang the doorbell of his own house, feeling a little odd. Hopefully his bodyguard was smart enough to know that it was him and play along.