“I’m not letting you leave.”
Eiri set his suitcase down and rolled his eyes. He’d figured something was up since the apartment had been blessedly quiet while he’d packed. “Move away from the door, brat.”
Shuichi didn’t budge, back pressed defiantly against the front door. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“Well, that sucks for you, doesn’t
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“Shuichi,” Eiri started in his You’re Behaving like a Child Voice. “You know how you have tours-where you go from city to city, making a fool of yourself onstage for a crowd of people even more foolish than you while you wear disgustingly slutty outfits? Well, I have tours, too-where I go from city to city, signing books for silly schoolgirls and lonely housewives. But I don’t have to look like a man-skank while I do it.”
Shuichi pursed his quivering lips tight for a moment, as if he was debating whether to act insulted or not. Apparently he decided not to, quickly shifting back into Petulant Mode. “I don’t believe you!”
Eiri scowled. “What do you mean you don’t believe me? I never dress like a man-skank.”
“Not that!” Shuichi
---was f'in hilarious.
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