RP Log: Kaidoh and Shiraishi
Date: November 13th, 2006, right after this post.
Rating: PG for kissing just to be safe
Summary: Kaidoh and Shiraishi met to discuss the master plan, blow up dolls, kissing practice, and other randomness ensues.
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The programmer entered the cafeteria, hissing nervously. Desperation made people do funny things, it seems, seeing how he had actually went to ask someone who was practically a stranger to pretend to be his lover. Scowling, he wondered how he was going to pull it off, considering he didn't deal well with people. Looking around, he found no sign of anyone resembling Shiraishi from the picture in the database, and settled down in a seat to wait.
It wasn't that Shiraishi got lost; he just took the long way there. After all, knowing one's location and surrounding is the most basic rule in surviving, and a lot can change in six months. Strolling at a leisurely pace, he poked his head into various rooms that he passed by, fixing the outdated map that he had of the layout of their HQ aka permanent residence (since some employees seems to never leave the place) aka The Tenth Layer of Hell.
With his hands in his pockets, the field agent took his time as he entered the cafeteria, surveying the scene before him before walking seeming just coincidently by a nervous looking young man and plopping down in the seat before him.
"So." He grinned. "Mommy needs a new man?"
Kaidou looked up as the other man flopped down in front of him. He gave a stiff nod, unsure of what to do. "Aa. I'm Kaidou Kaoru."
He watched the other man quietly, fiddling with his bandana. "Uh, so what do we have to do?"
"Shiraishi Kuranosuke at your service." The field agent gave the programmer a nod and continued to grin widely. "And why are you asking me? You are the one who is neck deep in shit hole here."
Kaidou found himself giving an embarrassed blush. He scowled, hating how the other seemed so amused by his situation. "Fssssssh. I've never had a girlfriend or boyfriend, so I won't know how to be convincing. I thought you might know better than me."
"Well..." Shiraishi continued to grin. "How a stripping naked so when your mother quiz your 'lover' on how much he knows of her son, the 'lover' might actually be able to answer?" The proposition was purely speculation; the field agent couldn't help it to tease the programmer about his situation, he need some sort of entertainment while they find him a new cubicle to rot his ass in after all.
Kaidou choked on the canned oolong tea he had been drinking, coughing and spluttering as he put the can down, his face a dark crimson. He glared up at the field agent uncertainly, hoping that he was just teasing. "Surely you're joking?"
The fair-haired man clapped his hands and laughed. He meant no ill will of course, but Kaidoh was so asking for that. "Maybe I'm, maybe I'm not." The field agent winked. "But that would be quite an ecstasy."
Kaidou had never found himself so lost. He blinked at the male opposite him, his blush still clinging to his cheeks. "What?"
"I'm joking, joking." The field agent laughed, stretching his arms. "How about just starting from the basics? The questions your mother might ask, your pet peeves, how you normally look when you are not beet red…"
"....I wasn't amused," the programmer said, scowling. Kaidou then tilted his head a little in confusion, frowning thoughtfully. "Fsssh. Why would my mother want to ask that? She already knows all those things about me."
The field agent simply shrugged at Kaidoh's protest. "She might, and you might. But won't the reason that she's coming to see who your supposed 'lover' is would also know?"
"Fsssssh," Kaidou frowned, chewing on his lip thoughtfully. The blush on his face seemed to be permanent, and he was getting used to it already. "Uh, I like gaming and programming. And jogging. I like marathons. I thought she'd be more interested in how we met and things like that though..."
"Good, you are starting with the most basic things." Shiraishi nodded, combing his hair with his fingers. "I suppose we can say we met at the gym or something, unless you are the kind that just runs until time's up and never even pay attention to anyone near you."
"You mean people actually meet at gyms?" Kaidou asked, blinking. He tilted his head a little and thought about it for a while. "Well, as a matter of fact, I am the kind who just runs until time is up and never pays attention to the people around me."
"Figures." Shiraishi smirked a bit. "And there lays the problem why you need to find someone to pretend to be your lover instead of presenting a real one."
Kaidou shrugged and took a sip of his tea, his blush finally fading. "Fssh. After spending half your life being riducled by people, you tend to start disliking them a little. So, what else?"
"Think of it as... a alternate form of affection." The agent rested his head in his palm, smirking still. "You might want to give me some of your basic background info too, can't expect me to pull off a gig without some research."
"I don't see what's so affectionate about that," Kaidou replied. "Uh, my birthday's on the eleventh of May, and I like yam soba, yogurt and 100% fruit juice... I like bandanas. What else is there to know?"
The field agent nodded as he listened to the list of information. "Any significant achievements, major life events, one of two embarrassing situation that you've recently got yourself into..." The man suggested a few topics, and couldn't help but to add one more with an easygoing smirk. "Things you do well besides being antisocial."
"Fsssssh, I topped my university and was in the dean's list, and got second in the last marathon I went for, if those consider as significant achievements. Uh, I just had my first crush recently, if that's a major life event, but I think I got rejected. Embarrassing situations....Fsssh.. I picked up the wrong laundry last week, and ended up finding lots of lingerie...."
"Fssssssh. I'm not antisocial, I have a large social life online. Things I do well.... I'm good at programming and hacking. And I pwn at online gaming. I'm good at marathons too," Kaidou said, and then frowned, realizing that this was probably the most he had ever said to someone. He looked up. "You should tell me about yourself too."
Shiraishi continued to nod, taking little notes on a napkin with the pen that he had with him. He studied the various information a bit, circling some for extra emphasis. "What is your regular gym routine?" The agent asked, if they said they met in the gym, he would need to know almost everything about the other's behavior in that environment.
"Me? Nothing interesting here." The man looked up. "I was in the Guard, got kick out. Start working here, at least they have a nice medical and retirement package." He flexed his bandaged hand as if to emphasize his words.
"I usually go to the gym near here after work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I'll jog ten kilometers every morning before heading down to work. The gyms are usually just for weights," Kaidou said, watching the agent take notes.
He gave the bandaged hand a curious look, wondering whether to ask. "Fsssh...."
Noticing the other's look, Shiraishi only smirked. He was not ashamed of the old injury, not to mention if they wish to pull of this 'Lovers in One Hour or Your Money Back' kind of deal, Kaidoh would need to know about it.
"I got burned during one of the mission." The agent said off-handily as he continued to take notes. "It may look cool, but it didn't feel all that great. I won't recommend it."
"Aa," Kaidou reached out to touch the hand curiously, and then pulled back his hand with a blush as he realized it. "Fssssh...... Sorry."
"It's alright." The agent chuckled and extended his left arm so the other can examine it closer. "Watch out though, it might be poisonous."
Kaidou blinked and touched the arm lightly, wondering if the other male was serious. "...aa..."
Pulling his hand away, he looked up. "So, you just have to know about me to make a convincing couple?"
Withdrawing his arm, Shiraishi shrugged. "I won't have a problem as long as you don't go around blushing like a beet at every little thing."
"Fssh, it's not like I can control it," Kaidou growled softly, blushing. He had always thought that couples had a lot of physical contact, but if it was needed, that was fine with him. In fact, he preferred it that way, not being used to being touched. Just to be sure, he decided to ask. "No physical contact needed then?"
The agent sat quiet for a few moments before he laughed. "Unless your mother believes that kind of thing, she might even expect a few kisses out of the visit. Can you handle that?"
"Fsssssh, I'll....need to get used to it. I've never kissed anyone before," the programmer said, his blush darkening. He never had much interest in dating, and began to wonder if he should have dated anyway, if only for the experience. Looking up, he tilted his head a little. "...You're going to have to help me. I have no idea what to do at all."
"That would be a little bit of problem." The agent agreed, pursing his lips in thought. He needed to know his partner's skill level in order to determine how they should go about this. And the most accurate way to assess someone's level was through direct match. "Alright then, kiss me."
Kaidou blinked at the agent, his cheeks a dark crimson. "What? Here?"
"Well, I have to know how much you know before I recommend an training regime." Shiraishi smirked as he let his bandaged hand support his head. "So, yes, right now, right here." If he wasn't so amused by the other man's reaction, he might've suggested someplace more private, but he was having way too much fun at the moment.
"Fssssssh....." Kaidou hissed, leaning forward hesitantly. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Slumping back into his seat, he looked up at the older man. "...can't you do it instead?"
"Oh it's easy." Shiraishi leaned in, as if giving a secret recipe to the potion of eternal youth. "It's just a skin on skin type of deal. Since you won't be going for the real deal, you just have to make it look real."
"Fsssssh, it's still hard," Kaidou growled, backing up a little into his seat. His blush had reached his neck.
Laughing still, Shiraishi made a gesture to wave the younger man over. "Here, I'll give you an tip."
Hesitantly, Kaidou moved closer, grumbling about how the man found his situation so amusing. "What?"
Without another word, the agent leaned in and firmly placed his lips upon those of Kaidoh's. Holding it there for a few moments before pulling away. "Sometimes the best things in life come as surprises." Shiraishi winked. "Kisses are the same way."
Kaidou felt his entire body heat up. He stared, gaping. "....fssssh."
"You sure you've never kissed?" The agent leaned back casually in his chair, uncaring as to the open stares a few of those around was giving him, what's life without a little excitement? "I think you've got the basics down, you just need more practice."
The programmer shook his head mutely, not trusting himself to speak as he stared at his hands, which were placed on his lap as he idly played with his fingers. He didn't know which was worse; that he liked the kiss, or that he had to practice. A pang of guilt hit him as he thought of his loyal software waiting for him at home; he shouldn't be liking a kiss more than his entire collection. It was just a kiss!
"I know!" Shiraishi said after a short pondering. "Get a blow up doll. Or a life-sized something. You techs have those right?"
Kaidou blinked. "No."
"Get one then, they should be pretty cheap at the red light district." The agent stretched his arms again. Man, he had been sitting for way too long. "You at least know where that is right?"
"You could give me directions and I can make my way there. But what am I going to do with that?" Kaidou asked, wondering if he really wanted to know the answer.
Taking another napkin, the older man began to write down the instructions down. "Get one with lips." He said. "So you can practice kissing. Although if you want to practice other things, they should have the more anatomically correct kind."
Handing the napkin to the programmer. "Take a friend, that might make the trip easier." He suggested with a bright grin.
"...I'm not practicing on that! Can't I just not practice? Those things are scary," the programmer protested. Indeed, he did find blow up dolls very scary, and wondered why anyone would use something so fake and ugly-looking. Besides, he didn't want his family finding it, though the possibility of that wasn't very big since he could deflate the thing.
"I doubt your mother would believe you if you get the freshman jitters every time you had to kiss or even hold hands." The agent said. "If you don't want to practice on a fake... the real thing tends to be way too expensive if you just want to practice kissing."
Kaidou looked up at the other man, and then blushed and turned away with a hiss. He did not just think of asking Shiraishi to be his practice target. Desperately, he tried to change the topic. "Fssssh, so how old are you?"
"How old do I look?" The pale haired man smiled and rubbed his chin, just to make sure he was clean-shaven of course.
With a small relieved sigh, Kaidou observed the man. "Uh, late twenties I guess. Maybe twenty-eight?"
Wow, didn't that just made him feel better, there might be some hope for this guy after all. "Close but no cigar."
With a blink, the raven-haired male tilted his head, frowning as he continued to observe the man. He should have checked the age from the data as well before heading down. "How old then?"
"Thirty-one." The agent winked. "Getting more seasoned as each day go by."
"Aa, I'm twenty-four, in case you didn't know," the programmer replied. On impulse, he leaned in and gave the older man a quick kiss, pulling away with a blush. "There, I don't need practice."
"Hmm, better, but less tongue." Before the other can pull completely away, the agent returned the 'favor'. "Like that."
Kaidou blushed harder and tried again, pulling away and looking up. "...fssh?"
"Mmm... Almost ecstasy." The field agent. "Pretty good for a beginner, keep practicing and you would get better at it. Although I'm more worried about your inability to not blush at everything."
"I'm not practicing on that doll thing. They scare me," Kaidou said, muttering slightly. "I can't help the blushing. I don't like it too, but it keeps coming."
"Try a mirror then." Shiraishi said as he took out his pack of cigarettes, only to find it a bit too light. Damn, he was empty. "Hey, you go any?"
"A mirror? At least better than the doll," replied the programmer. He looked at the empty pack of cigarettes and shook his head. "I don't smoke."
"Good." The agent crumbled the empty packet and put it back into his pocket, intending to throw it out once he found a wastebasket. "Don't start either."
Kaidou shrugged. "Fsssh. Don't intend to. It's not going to help me at marathons."
"We could go out and buy a pack if you'd like. Or you could go alone if you'd prefer to," the younger man offered.
"I'll do it later. Don't you have to get back to work?" The agent peered at his watch; they've been here longer than he thought. Not that he had anything back at his desk; he didn't even have a desk yet.
"I'm done with all my programs," the programmer said. He shrugged. "I guess I'll go back and see if there's anything to do."
Standing up, he stretched and leaned down to kiss the agent before hurrying off, blushing a little.
Rating: PG for kissing just to be safe
Summary: Kaidoh and Shiraishi met to discuss the master plan, blow up dolls, kissing practice, and other randomness ensues.
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The programmer entered the cafeteria, hissing nervously. Desperation made people do funny things, it seems, seeing how he had actually went to ask someone who was practically a stranger to pretend to be his lover. Scowling, he wondered how he was going to pull it off, considering he didn't deal well with people. Looking around, he found no sign of anyone resembling Shiraishi from the picture in the database, and settled down in a seat to wait.
It wasn't that Shiraishi got lost; he just took the long way there. After all, knowing one's location and surrounding is the most basic rule in surviving, and a lot can change in six months. Strolling at a leisurely pace, he poked his head into various rooms that he passed by, fixing the outdated map that he had of the layout of their HQ aka permanent residence (since some employees seems to never leave the place) aka The Tenth Layer of Hell.
With his hands in his pockets, the field agent took his time as he entered the cafeteria, surveying the scene before him before walking seeming just coincidently by a nervous looking young man and plopping down in the seat before him.
"So." He grinned. "Mommy needs a new man?"
Kaidou looked up as the other man flopped down in front of him. He gave a stiff nod, unsure of what to do. "Aa. I'm Kaidou Kaoru."
He watched the other man quietly, fiddling with his bandana. "Uh, so what do we have to do?"
"Shiraishi Kuranosuke at your service." The field agent gave the programmer a nod and continued to grin widely. "And why are you asking me? You are the one who is neck deep in shit hole here."
Kaidou found himself giving an embarrassed blush. He scowled, hating how the other seemed so amused by his situation. "Fssssssh. I've never had a girlfriend or boyfriend, so I won't know how to be convincing. I thought you might know better than me."
"Well..." Shiraishi continued to grin. "How a stripping naked so when your mother quiz your 'lover' on how much he knows of her son, the 'lover' might actually be able to answer?" The proposition was purely speculation; the field agent couldn't help it to tease the programmer about his situation, he need some sort of entertainment while they find him a new cubicle to rot his ass in after all.
Kaidou choked on the canned oolong tea he had been drinking, coughing and spluttering as he put the can down, his face a dark crimson. He glared up at the field agent uncertainly, hoping that he was just teasing. "Surely you're joking?"
The fair-haired man clapped his hands and laughed. He meant no ill will of course, but Kaidoh was so asking for that. "Maybe I'm, maybe I'm not." The field agent winked. "But that would be quite an ecstasy."
Kaidou had never found himself so lost. He blinked at the male opposite him, his blush still clinging to his cheeks. "What?"
"I'm joking, joking." The field agent laughed, stretching his arms. "How about just starting from the basics? The questions your mother might ask, your pet peeves, how you normally look when you are not beet red…"
"....I wasn't amused," the programmer said, scowling. Kaidou then tilted his head a little in confusion, frowning thoughtfully. "Fsssh. Why would my mother want to ask that? She already knows all those things about me."
The field agent simply shrugged at Kaidoh's protest. "She might, and you might. But won't the reason that she's coming to see who your supposed 'lover' is would also know?"
"Fsssssh," Kaidou frowned, chewing on his lip thoughtfully. The blush on his face seemed to be permanent, and he was getting used to it already. "Uh, I like gaming and programming. And jogging. I like marathons. I thought she'd be more interested in how we met and things like that though..."
"Good, you are starting with the most basic things." Shiraishi nodded, combing his hair with his fingers. "I suppose we can say we met at the gym or something, unless you are the kind that just runs until time's up and never even pay attention to anyone near you."
"You mean people actually meet at gyms?" Kaidou asked, blinking. He tilted his head a little and thought about it for a while. "Well, as a matter of fact, I am the kind who just runs until time is up and never pays attention to the people around me."
"Figures." Shiraishi smirked a bit. "And there lays the problem why you need to find someone to pretend to be your lover instead of presenting a real one."
Kaidou shrugged and took a sip of his tea, his blush finally fading. "Fssh. After spending half your life being riducled by people, you tend to start disliking them a little. So, what else?"
"Think of it as... a alternate form of affection." The agent rested his head in his palm, smirking still. "You might want to give me some of your basic background info too, can't expect me to pull off a gig without some research."
"I don't see what's so affectionate about that," Kaidou replied. "Uh, my birthday's on the eleventh of May, and I like yam soba, yogurt and 100% fruit juice... I like bandanas. What else is there to know?"
The field agent nodded as he listened to the list of information. "Any significant achievements, major life events, one of two embarrassing situation that you've recently got yourself into..." The man suggested a few topics, and couldn't help but to add one more with an easygoing smirk. "Things you do well besides being antisocial."
"Fsssssh, I topped my university and was in the dean's list, and got second in the last marathon I went for, if those consider as significant achievements. Uh, I just had my first crush recently, if that's a major life event, but I think I got rejected. Embarrassing situations....Fsssh.. I picked up the wrong laundry last week, and ended up finding lots of lingerie...."
"Fssssssh. I'm not antisocial, I have a large social life online. Things I do well.... I'm good at programming and hacking. And I pwn at online gaming. I'm good at marathons too," Kaidou said, and then frowned, realizing that this was probably the most he had ever said to someone. He looked up. "You should tell me about yourself too."
Shiraishi continued to nod, taking little notes on a napkin with the pen that he had with him. He studied the various information a bit, circling some for extra emphasis. "What is your regular gym routine?" The agent asked, if they said they met in the gym, he would need to know almost everything about the other's behavior in that environment.
"Me? Nothing interesting here." The man looked up. "I was in the Guard, got kick out. Start working here, at least they have a nice medical and retirement package." He flexed his bandaged hand as if to emphasize his words.
"I usually go to the gym near here after work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I'll jog ten kilometers every morning before heading down to work. The gyms are usually just for weights," Kaidou said, watching the agent take notes.
He gave the bandaged hand a curious look, wondering whether to ask. "Fsssh...."
Noticing the other's look, Shiraishi only smirked. He was not ashamed of the old injury, not to mention if they wish to pull of this 'Lovers in One Hour or Your Money Back' kind of deal, Kaidoh would need to know about it.
"I got burned during one of the mission." The agent said off-handily as he continued to take notes. "It may look cool, but it didn't feel all that great. I won't recommend it."
"Aa," Kaidou reached out to touch the hand curiously, and then pulled back his hand with a blush as he realized it. "Fssssh...... Sorry."
"It's alright." The agent chuckled and extended his left arm so the other can examine it closer. "Watch out though, it might be poisonous."
Kaidou blinked and touched the arm lightly, wondering if the other male was serious. "...aa..."
Pulling his hand away, he looked up. "So, you just have to know about me to make a convincing couple?"
Withdrawing his arm, Shiraishi shrugged. "I won't have a problem as long as you don't go around blushing like a beet at every little thing."
"Fssh, it's not like I can control it," Kaidou growled softly, blushing. He had always thought that couples had a lot of physical contact, but if it was needed, that was fine with him. In fact, he preferred it that way, not being used to being touched. Just to be sure, he decided to ask. "No physical contact needed then?"
The agent sat quiet for a few moments before he laughed. "Unless your mother believes that kind of thing, she might even expect a few kisses out of the visit. Can you handle that?"
"Fsssssh, I'll....need to get used to it. I've never kissed anyone before," the programmer said, his blush darkening. He never had much interest in dating, and began to wonder if he should have dated anyway, if only for the experience. Looking up, he tilted his head a little. "...You're going to have to help me. I have no idea what to do at all."
"That would be a little bit of problem." The agent agreed, pursing his lips in thought. He needed to know his partner's skill level in order to determine how they should go about this. And the most accurate way to assess someone's level was through direct match. "Alright then, kiss me."
Kaidou blinked at the agent, his cheeks a dark crimson. "What? Here?"
"Well, I have to know how much you know before I recommend an training regime." Shiraishi smirked as he let his bandaged hand support his head. "So, yes, right now, right here." If he wasn't so amused by the other man's reaction, he might've suggested someplace more private, but he was having way too much fun at the moment.
"Fssssssh....." Kaidou hissed, leaning forward hesitantly. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Slumping back into his seat, he looked up at the older man. "...can't you do it instead?"
"Oh it's easy." Shiraishi leaned in, as if giving a secret recipe to the potion of eternal youth. "It's just a skin on skin type of deal. Since you won't be going for the real deal, you just have to make it look real."
"Fsssssh, it's still hard," Kaidou growled, backing up a little into his seat. His blush had reached his neck.
Laughing still, Shiraishi made a gesture to wave the younger man over. "Here, I'll give you an tip."
Hesitantly, Kaidou moved closer, grumbling about how the man found his situation so amusing. "What?"
Without another word, the agent leaned in and firmly placed his lips upon those of Kaidoh's. Holding it there for a few moments before pulling away. "Sometimes the best things in life come as surprises." Shiraishi winked. "Kisses are the same way."
Kaidou felt his entire body heat up. He stared, gaping. "....fssssh."
"You sure you've never kissed?" The agent leaned back casually in his chair, uncaring as to the open stares a few of those around was giving him, what's life without a little excitement? "I think you've got the basics down, you just need more practice."
The programmer shook his head mutely, not trusting himself to speak as he stared at his hands, which were placed on his lap as he idly played with his fingers. He didn't know which was worse; that he liked the kiss, or that he had to practice. A pang of guilt hit him as he thought of his loyal software waiting for him at home; he shouldn't be liking a kiss more than his entire collection. It was just a kiss!
"I know!" Shiraishi said after a short pondering. "Get a blow up doll. Or a life-sized something. You techs have those right?"
Kaidou blinked. "No."
"Get one then, they should be pretty cheap at the red light district." The agent stretched his arms again. Man, he had been sitting for way too long. "You at least know where that is right?"
"You could give me directions and I can make my way there. But what am I going to do with that?" Kaidou asked, wondering if he really wanted to know the answer.
Taking another napkin, the older man began to write down the instructions down. "Get one with lips." He said. "So you can practice kissing. Although if you want to practice other things, they should have the more anatomically correct kind."
Handing the napkin to the programmer. "Take a friend, that might make the trip easier." He suggested with a bright grin.
"...I'm not practicing on that! Can't I just not practice? Those things are scary," the programmer protested. Indeed, he did find blow up dolls very scary, and wondered why anyone would use something so fake and ugly-looking. Besides, he didn't want his family finding it, though the possibility of that wasn't very big since he could deflate the thing.
"I doubt your mother would believe you if you get the freshman jitters every time you had to kiss or even hold hands." The agent said. "If you don't want to practice on a fake... the real thing tends to be way too expensive if you just want to practice kissing."
Kaidou looked up at the other man, and then blushed and turned away with a hiss. He did not just think of asking Shiraishi to be his practice target. Desperately, he tried to change the topic. "Fssssh, so how old are you?"
"How old do I look?" The pale haired man smiled and rubbed his chin, just to make sure he was clean-shaven of course.
With a small relieved sigh, Kaidou observed the man. "Uh, late twenties I guess. Maybe twenty-eight?"
Wow, didn't that just made him feel better, there might be some hope for this guy after all. "Close but no cigar."
With a blink, the raven-haired male tilted his head, frowning as he continued to observe the man. He should have checked the age from the data as well before heading down. "How old then?"
"Thirty-one." The agent winked. "Getting more seasoned as each day go by."
"Aa, I'm twenty-four, in case you didn't know," the programmer replied. On impulse, he leaned in and gave the older man a quick kiss, pulling away with a blush. "There, I don't need practice."
"Hmm, better, but less tongue." Before the other can pull completely away, the agent returned the 'favor'. "Like that."
Kaidou blushed harder and tried again, pulling away and looking up. "...fssh?"
"Mmm... Almost ecstasy." The field agent. "Pretty good for a beginner, keep practicing and you would get better at it. Although I'm more worried about your inability to not blush at everything."
"I'm not practicing on that doll thing. They scare me," Kaidou said, muttering slightly. "I can't help the blushing. I don't like it too, but it keeps coming."
"Try a mirror then." Shiraishi said as he took out his pack of cigarettes, only to find it a bit too light. Damn, he was empty. "Hey, you go any?"
"A mirror? At least better than the doll," replied the programmer. He looked at the empty pack of cigarettes and shook his head. "I don't smoke."
"Good." The agent crumbled the empty packet and put it back into his pocket, intending to throw it out once he found a wastebasket. "Don't start either."
Kaidou shrugged. "Fsssh. Don't intend to. It's not going to help me at marathons."
"We could go out and buy a pack if you'd like. Or you could go alone if you'd prefer to," the younger man offered.
"I'll do it later. Don't you have to get back to work?" The agent peered at his watch; they've been here longer than he thought. Not that he had anything back at his desk; he didn't even have a desk yet.
"I'm done with all my programs," the programmer said. He shrugged. "I guess I'll go back and see if there's anything to do."
Standing up, he stretched and leaned down to kiss the agent before hurrying off, blushing a little.