Rp log, Atobe Keigo & Ohtori Choutarou
Who - Atobe Keigo, Ohtori Choutarou
What - The boys meet during a rain storm when Ohtori slips and ruins Atobe’s suit.
When - Earlier this month before the de-aging curse
Where - A building, a cab, and a restaurant
Rating - Pg tops
It was wet....raining hard on the pavement as Ohtori walked toward the convenience store. It was pretty late, and he hated being more soaked than necessary. Other people might not notice it, but the strong mint and musk smell of a werewolf seemed stronger to him when he was wet. He tried staying along the building edges and hoped they would form some sort of shelter. Unfortunately with another loud crash of thunder, he yelped and dove into the nearest building. He was fortunate enough to look old enough to enter the bar and turned the corner, slamming into a solid body before slipping backwards on his wet sneakers and slammed hard into the floor. "Sorry-"
Atobe’s day at the office had gone a little later then planned, souring his mood more then it already was because of the rain. Another day of hopelessly stupid small tasks his father gave him. Tokyo main had to be the easiest office in his father’s enterprise to run based off by the lack of action he’d gotten so far. He stood at the door, scowling upward out the glass as the clouds above, angry and dark cried over the city.
He felt irritation boil in him that he’d excused his secretary earlier leaving him on his own means to find himself a cab home. Something told him he should have taken the car this morning when he’d left, so much for thinking the short walk across town would do him good. Lights and a familiar flash of green and yellow told him a cab was coming down the street and he rushed to pull his umbrella open so that he could flag it down. He was about to step forward when he hit something solid, or rather something solid hit him.
It took Atobe a few seconds to recover from the blow, a few more to realize his brand new suit had just been drenched by whatever had hit him and then just a few more to realize he’d missed his cab. He turned on the person to blame. “Are you an idiot? Watch where you’re going.” He looked back, seeing the red retreating tail lights of the cab in the distance.
Brown eyes widened at the tirade of insults coming from the man above. Quickly pulling himself to his feet, the gangly teen looked to the ground, trying not to notice the dark wet spot across the strange man's suit. "I'm sorry- I slipped..." He could feel a stinging in his palm that told him he reopened the silver burn and was probably bleeding at least a bit. "It was an accident." He took a step back, half expecting to be attacked for his transgression. "Everything is so slick."
"Well watch where you're going, its no thanks to you I just missed my cab." Atobe didn't bother to give the boy sprawled on the floor a second glance, his light blue eyes remained transfixed on the windowed doors looking for his next opportunity for a ride home that wouldn't get him more wet then the idiot who'd just crashed into him already had.
"I-I can get a cab for you." He skittered up and headed out toward the door, standing out in the rain and trying to wave a cab down as they zipped by and splashed him with more puddle water.
Atobe shook his head, watching the boy outside. "How pathetic." He grabbed for an umbrella popping it open as he stepped outside. "Where are you headed? Instead of making a fool of yourself out on this street corner I'll allow you to pay for my fare and join me if you're headed in the same direction if it makes you feel a little less worthless." He was next to Ohtori now, not bothering to share his umbrella as he rose his hand and a cab came halting to the curb. "Well?"
He had a little money left in his pocket, probably enough to pay for the cab fare as long as he skipped lunch for the next week. "I live a little way up the street...so I'll pay for the whole thing." He moved to the opposite side to keep the rain from soaking the seat and sat, quietly shivering and trying to warm himself.
"Mori towers, Ropping." Atobe told the cab driver once he'd sat himself inside. His nose wrinkled a little at the musty odor of the interior and he reminded himself of why he didn't take cabs often. The driver took off and Atobe pulled out his phone, typing away on it trying to ignore the hunched over figure next to him.
"Honestly? Is it really that bad?" His brows met and he rolled his eyes, wondering why he was going soft suddenly, he'd blame it on the fact that he couldn't stand the stench of the car. "Stop cab, for the love of god." Atobe shouted over the car's radio. It screeched to a halt and Atobe threw a bill into the front seat, it was more then enough. "I'll call for a car." He looked at Ohtori, "Get out." Both men were on the sidewalk again, Atobe under the protection of his umbrella, headed for a restaurant. "Come, boy." He beckoned.
He tried staying silent, but when the other man snapped at him, he tilted his head and frowned worriedly. "I- I'm alright. It's just a little cold." He was too thin, and now his clothing were soaked. It was just a bad situation.
Unfortunately the young boy was not prepared for the sudden stop and slammed into the back of the driver's seat of the cab, giving a confused look to the business man before obediently stepping from the cab and hurried behind him. "Yes, sir."
Atobe was dialing his phone, and talking fast. "I'm in Shibuya for Christ sake, pick me up. Yes. Yes...." A silence fell as he listened. "Jonathan’s on Ueno, make it fast." He looked up to the neon pink sign that glowed in the rain. He sighed, chain store food, honestly.
"With the traffic it will take my driver twenty minutes to get here. Order something, you look starved." They were quickly seated by a young girl who must have had this job as a part time thing on the side of school. She was giggling, which only made Atobe roll his eyes. Did people have no tact? He pulled off his coat, holding it out expectantly to the girl before dumping his umbrella on her as well before taking his seat in the plush booth.
The taller boy offered the giggling girl a small smile in return and quietly thanked her, making a point to keep only a step or two behind the other man. Once he settled in the booth, he eyed the table top, floor and menu.
"Thank you." He studied the menu again, looking over the laminated page again. "At least let me pay for your dinner since you paid for the taxi."
Atobe gave the taller boy a look. "I don’t need your money." Obviously. "And besides, I'm not eating," He smoothed his hands over the breast of the three-piece suit he was wearing, sliding out of a suit jacket to revile a matching vest and light blue dress shirt with moonstone cufflinks. "Don't annoy me, just order."
"Yes sir-" He quickly lowered his head again and quietly ordered when the waitress returned. That done, he thanked her and gave up his menu, attempting to distract himself and further annoy the other man. "Your...suit is very nice."
Atobe gave him a pointed look, of course it was nice. "It was until you ruined it." Atobe gave Ohtori a small sort of smile, it was more smug then anything. "Custom tailored, silk from India in a shade specifically dyed just for me. It was a very nice suit, wasn't it?" Atobe leaned forward on the table, resting his chin on his elbow, an eyebrow raised in Ohtori's direction.
He looked down again, eyes wide and locked on the smooth table top, one fingertip tracing a pattern on it. "I'm so sorry...it really was an accident." He scratched at his arm. "I was just trying to get out of the rain. I hate being cold."
"Whatever." Atobe leaned back in the cushions of his seat as the bubbly waitress returned with Ohtori's order. She'd caught on that Atobe didn't want anything to do with her or the establishment and avoided his gaze as she sat the bill between them as well. Atobe threw down his card, the black American Express that had no limit to it. "Are you fine now?" Atobe puffed up and asked, not that he cared for this boy's well being of course.
He blinked at the card, he'd never seen a card like that. But quickly looked back at the food and frowned again, "I could pay for this, honestly." He dug for his wallet, trying to keep some sort of dignity. It seemed every thing he did was just angering the other man.
"Pay the tip if you feel you need to. The dinner is on me." The truth was that even if Atobe did act like a complete ass-hole there was a good person somewhere inside of him. His intentions were good, the delivery was just pompous. He knew he had no reason to be nice to the boy across the table from him, but something in him made him feel almost....sorry for him. But he wouldn’t be known as a softy.
His card was taken away and brought back all with in a matter of minutes and he was signing off on the bill. "Do you live close?" He asked, putting the pen down after he'd scrawled his name in the German alphabet, the way he usually signed with long curvy loops that made up letters of his name instead of characters.
He ate quickly, nodding as he put some money onto the table and trying to complete his meal in record time. "I can get there by foot; it's probably only about 10 minutes away." By car. He mused, not that he needed to be completely honest. "I really didn't mean to keep bothering you."
"You have been quite the thorn in my side tonight, haven't you?" Atobe stood, motioning for the waitress to bring his things, she did and he slipped them on, fussing with the collar of his coat for a moment before taking his umbrella too. "And the thorn, might it have a name?" Atobe looked up when the front door of the diner jingled; on of his body guards standing there with the door held open for him. (It was about time!)
Finishing the last bite in a hurry, he swallowed and nodded. "My name is Ohtori Choutarou, sir." He was a little hesitant in asking the same question, especially after being addressed as a thorn, even more so as the impatient looking man holding the door looked their way. "May I ask yours?"
"Atobe Keigo. Charmed." A soft smirk set across chiseled features before he turned, saying something to the man who held the door open for him as he passed into the rainy cold, umbrella up and over him for the short distance he had to walk to his car.
That name sounded horribly familiar- he was certain he heard it around the office pretty frequently. "Nice to meet you, Atobe-sama." He was unsure whether he was meant to follow or find his own way home, and hung back awkwardly.
"Thorn." Atobe turned, before stepping into the car waiting for him. "Have a good evening." He tilted his head to the side only slightly before handing his umbrella off and having the door shut behind him.
"What a jerk." Ohtori sighed and smiled apologetically to the waitress and bowed. "Perhaps he was really attached to that suit." He smiled again and headed out into the rain, "have a good night."
What - The boys meet during a rain storm when Ohtori slips and ruins Atobe’s suit.
When - Earlier this month before the de-aging curse
Where - A building, a cab, and a restaurant
Rating - Pg tops
It was wet....raining hard on the pavement as Ohtori walked toward the convenience store. It was pretty late, and he hated being more soaked than necessary. Other people might not notice it, but the strong mint and musk smell of a werewolf seemed stronger to him when he was wet. He tried staying along the building edges and hoped they would form some sort of shelter. Unfortunately with another loud crash of thunder, he yelped and dove into the nearest building. He was fortunate enough to look old enough to enter the bar and turned the corner, slamming into a solid body before slipping backwards on his wet sneakers and slammed hard into the floor. "Sorry-"
Atobe’s day at the office had gone a little later then planned, souring his mood more then it already was because of the rain. Another day of hopelessly stupid small tasks his father gave him. Tokyo main had to be the easiest office in his father’s enterprise to run based off by the lack of action he’d gotten so far. He stood at the door, scowling upward out the glass as the clouds above, angry and dark cried over the city.
He felt irritation boil in him that he’d excused his secretary earlier leaving him on his own means to find himself a cab home. Something told him he should have taken the car this morning when he’d left, so much for thinking the short walk across town would do him good. Lights and a familiar flash of green and yellow told him a cab was coming down the street and he rushed to pull his umbrella open so that he could flag it down. He was about to step forward when he hit something solid, or rather something solid hit him.
It took Atobe a few seconds to recover from the blow, a few more to realize his brand new suit had just been drenched by whatever had hit him and then just a few more to realize he’d missed his cab. He turned on the person to blame. “Are you an idiot? Watch where you’re going.” He looked back, seeing the red retreating tail lights of the cab in the distance.
Brown eyes widened at the tirade of insults coming from the man above. Quickly pulling himself to his feet, the gangly teen looked to the ground, trying not to notice the dark wet spot across the strange man's suit. "I'm sorry- I slipped..." He could feel a stinging in his palm that told him he reopened the silver burn and was probably bleeding at least a bit. "It was an accident." He took a step back, half expecting to be attacked for his transgression. "Everything is so slick."
"Well watch where you're going, its no thanks to you I just missed my cab." Atobe didn't bother to give the boy sprawled on the floor a second glance, his light blue eyes remained transfixed on the windowed doors looking for his next opportunity for a ride home that wouldn't get him more wet then the idiot who'd just crashed into him already had.
"I-I can get a cab for you." He skittered up and headed out toward the door, standing out in the rain and trying to wave a cab down as they zipped by and splashed him with more puddle water.
Atobe shook his head, watching the boy outside. "How pathetic." He grabbed for an umbrella popping it open as he stepped outside. "Where are you headed? Instead of making a fool of yourself out on this street corner I'll allow you to pay for my fare and join me if you're headed in the same direction if it makes you feel a little less worthless." He was next to Ohtori now, not bothering to share his umbrella as he rose his hand and a cab came halting to the curb. "Well?"
He had a little money left in his pocket, probably enough to pay for the cab fare as long as he skipped lunch for the next week. "I live a little way up the street...so I'll pay for the whole thing." He moved to the opposite side to keep the rain from soaking the seat and sat, quietly shivering and trying to warm himself.
"Mori towers, Ropping." Atobe told the cab driver once he'd sat himself inside. His nose wrinkled a little at the musty odor of the interior and he reminded himself of why he didn't take cabs often. The driver took off and Atobe pulled out his phone, typing away on it trying to ignore the hunched over figure next to him.
"Honestly? Is it really that bad?" His brows met and he rolled his eyes, wondering why he was going soft suddenly, he'd blame it on the fact that he couldn't stand the stench of the car. "Stop cab, for the love of god." Atobe shouted over the car's radio. It screeched to a halt and Atobe threw a bill into the front seat, it was more then enough. "I'll call for a car." He looked at Ohtori, "Get out." Both men were on the sidewalk again, Atobe under the protection of his umbrella, headed for a restaurant. "Come, boy." He beckoned.
He tried staying silent, but when the other man snapped at him, he tilted his head and frowned worriedly. "I- I'm alright. It's just a little cold." He was too thin, and now his clothing were soaked. It was just a bad situation.
Unfortunately the young boy was not prepared for the sudden stop and slammed into the back of the driver's seat of the cab, giving a confused look to the business man before obediently stepping from the cab and hurried behind him. "Yes, sir."
Atobe was dialing his phone, and talking fast. "I'm in Shibuya for Christ sake, pick me up. Yes. Yes...." A silence fell as he listened. "Jonathan’s on Ueno, make it fast." He looked up to the neon pink sign that glowed in the rain. He sighed, chain store food, honestly.
"With the traffic it will take my driver twenty minutes to get here. Order something, you look starved." They were quickly seated by a young girl who must have had this job as a part time thing on the side of school. She was giggling, which only made Atobe roll his eyes. Did people have no tact? He pulled off his coat, holding it out expectantly to the girl before dumping his umbrella on her as well before taking his seat in the plush booth.
The taller boy offered the giggling girl a small smile in return and quietly thanked her, making a point to keep only a step or two behind the other man. Once he settled in the booth, he eyed the table top, floor and menu.
"Thank you." He studied the menu again, looking over the laminated page again. "At least let me pay for your dinner since you paid for the taxi."
Atobe gave the taller boy a look. "I don’t need your money." Obviously. "And besides, I'm not eating," He smoothed his hands over the breast of the three-piece suit he was wearing, sliding out of a suit jacket to revile a matching vest and light blue dress shirt with moonstone cufflinks. "Don't annoy me, just order."
"Yes sir-" He quickly lowered his head again and quietly ordered when the waitress returned. That done, he thanked her and gave up his menu, attempting to distract himself and further annoy the other man. "Your...suit is very nice."
Atobe gave him a pointed look, of course it was nice. "It was until you ruined it." Atobe gave Ohtori a small sort of smile, it was more smug then anything. "Custom tailored, silk from India in a shade specifically dyed just for me. It was a very nice suit, wasn't it?" Atobe leaned forward on the table, resting his chin on his elbow, an eyebrow raised in Ohtori's direction.
He looked down again, eyes wide and locked on the smooth table top, one fingertip tracing a pattern on it. "I'm so sorry...it really was an accident." He scratched at his arm. "I was just trying to get out of the rain. I hate being cold."
"Whatever." Atobe leaned back in the cushions of his seat as the bubbly waitress returned with Ohtori's order. She'd caught on that Atobe didn't want anything to do with her or the establishment and avoided his gaze as she sat the bill between them as well. Atobe threw down his card, the black American Express that had no limit to it. "Are you fine now?" Atobe puffed up and asked, not that he cared for this boy's well being of course.
He blinked at the card, he'd never seen a card like that. But quickly looked back at the food and frowned again, "I could pay for this, honestly." He dug for his wallet, trying to keep some sort of dignity. It seemed every thing he did was just angering the other man.
"Pay the tip if you feel you need to. The dinner is on me." The truth was that even if Atobe did act like a complete ass-hole there was a good person somewhere inside of him. His intentions were good, the delivery was just pompous. He knew he had no reason to be nice to the boy across the table from him, but something in him made him feel almost....sorry for him. But he wouldn’t be known as a softy.
His card was taken away and brought back all with in a matter of minutes and he was signing off on the bill. "Do you live close?" He asked, putting the pen down after he'd scrawled his name in the German alphabet, the way he usually signed with long curvy loops that made up letters of his name instead of characters.
He ate quickly, nodding as he put some money onto the table and trying to complete his meal in record time. "I can get there by foot; it's probably only about 10 minutes away." By car. He mused, not that he needed to be completely honest. "I really didn't mean to keep bothering you."
"You have been quite the thorn in my side tonight, haven't you?" Atobe stood, motioning for the waitress to bring his things, she did and he slipped them on, fussing with the collar of his coat for a moment before taking his umbrella too. "And the thorn, might it have a name?" Atobe looked up when the front door of the diner jingled; on of his body guards standing there with the door held open for him. (It was about time!)
Finishing the last bite in a hurry, he swallowed and nodded. "My name is Ohtori Choutarou, sir." He was a little hesitant in asking the same question, especially after being addressed as a thorn, even more so as the impatient looking man holding the door looked their way. "May I ask yours?"
"Atobe Keigo. Charmed." A soft smirk set across chiseled features before he turned, saying something to the man who held the door open for him as he passed into the rainy cold, umbrella up and over him for the short distance he had to walk to his car.
That name sounded horribly familiar- he was certain he heard it around the office pretty frequently. "Nice to meet you, Atobe-sama." He was unsure whether he was meant to follow or find his own way home, and hung back awkwardly.
"Thorn." Atobe turned, before stepping into the car waiting for him. "Have a good evening." He tilted his head to the side only slightly before handing his umbrella off and having the door shut behind him.
"What a jerk." Ohtori sighed and smiled apologetically to the waitress and bowed. "Perhaps he was really attached to that suit." He smiled again and headed out into the rain, "have a good night."