Log || Thread || Satin Chic || Byakuran & Dino || Closed
WHO: Byakuran (srslyevilbzns), Dino (aesthetic_ally)
WHAT: What's a little corporate wrist-slapping between friends?
WHERE: A small restaurant
WHEN: Thursday, early afternoon
RATING: G
WARNING: Byakuran
Byakuran would have to hand it to the other. He'd never have suspected that at some point in the future, he'd be sitting across from Dino Cavallone as CEOs of near-equal merit. It was truly something to think that the other would have even lasted so long as to get here, much less have reasons beyond paltry reminiscence to use as an excuse for doing so.
To think that he, of all people, would be the one to call him on one of his more preciously guarded projects was something most unexpected. But, Byakuran was not someone so easily caught unprepared.
"I wouldn't think you'd be the type of man to go poking about in other's businesses so, Dino-kun," Byakuran murmured, switching to a lazier Italian to address the other, a luxury he didn't often get to indulge in.
WHAT: What's a little corporate wrist-slapping between friends?
WHERE: A small restaurant
WHEN: Thursday, early afternoon
RATING: G
WARNING: Byakuran
Byakuran would have to hand it to the other. He'd never have suspected that at some point in the future, he'd be sitting across from Dino Cavallone as CEOs of near-equal merit. It was truly something to think that the other would have even lasted so long as to get here, much less have reasons beyond paltry reminiscence to use as an excuse for doing so.
To think that he, of all people, would be the one to call him on one of his more preciously guarded projects was something most unexpected. But, Byakuran was not someone so easily caught unprepared.
"I wouldn't think you'd be the type of man to go poking about in other's businesses so, Dino-kun," Byakuran murmured, switching to a lazier Italian to address the other, a luxury he didn't often get to indulge in.