LOG: [Thread][Lissuria, Hibari, Mukuro][CLOSED]

[lethaldiva]

WHO: Lissuria, Kyouya Hibari, Mukuro, Rokudo
WHAT: When strange boys act nice to ladies.
WHERE: Kokuyo bookstore first then some bar somewhere.
WHEN: Today, Thursday Evening
RATING: PG13
WARNING(s): Bitchery and faggotry ahead.

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[manipulater]

Being the manager of the bookstore had its pros and cons. Pros were the position of power and influence with the owner of Kokuyo and scheduling his own hours even if the General Manager usually protested against it. It was a good thing to be in the owner's good graces. Cons would be having to deal with the paperwork that he still needed to find someone for and the lack of competent workers in general. There was also the factor that he usually had to stay later than all the other employees to make sure everything was good for the next day

[lethaldiva]

"Oh not much, Mukuro-kun," the lady spoke, giving the manager two supple kisses on his cheeks. The Kokuyo manager had been such a gentleman to Lissuria, often offering him company when he was in distress. Lissuria considered Mukuro as a friend, the kind that he easily warmed up to even if they rarely met.

"I hope I'm not a bother, Mukuro-kun. I..." the diva hesistated as he looked down on his pedicured toes, "... just needed some people to talk to."

Thoughts and emotions hung over Lissuria's head once he spoke. This month has been very difficult for the diva.

[manipulater]

"No, not at all. I did offer my company should you need it," Mukuro said, not bothered by the way the other greeted him. Two pecks on the cheeks were nothing compared to a fist in the face after all. At least Lissuria's was more amiable.

He glanced around and gestured for one of the other late night workers to clean up the area he was working on before placing a hand on his guest's shoulder. "So, is it right to assume that Sk-- Hibari is going to accompany us this evening?" He asked, gently steering the diva elsewhere so that his employee could finish his job. The manager briefly mused to himself that once again, he and Hibari would be doing something together, though he never would have thought it'd be something like this. That is, talking about relationships. Love problems. Something he knew absolutely nothing about.

But he would try, if only to assist where he could.

[lethaldiva]

The diva rolled his eyes upon the mention of the translator's name, feeling sarcasm rolling up his throat. He did stop himself before saying something harsh, trying to recall that maybe Kyouya Hibari was trying to be a better person. Trying, of course, was something he had yet to see.

"I've informed him that we're meeting here at Kokuyo first. He'd probably be around here somewhere. GOD! I need a fucking Cosmopolitan right now." Lissuria wished that he was outside so that he could grab a stick and smoke his way through his nerves. Glancing past some shelves, he wondered where that catty translator was. That boy better arrive, if he did frigging care.

We love you anyway? ♥

[derridamustdie]

Hearing Mukuro speak about such things was a rarity, and to make matters worse, Hibari could not help but feel that those words did not exclusively apply to Lissuria's situation. Eloquent was the advice was, it was still something that people read all the time in books, or watched all the time on their television sets and movie houses. That did not mean, however, that it was completely divorced from reality.

He used to scoff about situations like that. Now...

"Mukuro's right," the translator chipped in, speaking both to contribute productively to the conversation and to turn away from his own thoughts. "Although... I'm curious as to why you think that you're not good enough for him. What does it mean to be good enough for someone anyway? Is it even possible to assume such a thing?"

The lady is moved by your gestures boys ♥

[lethaldiva]

The words rang in Lissuria's head and he gave himself a minute to take what the boys had said. Understanding a want and knowing whether you're worthy of it were things that Lissuria never thought of before when it comes to love. He has written about it, countless of times, but never applied it to himself. Until now.

To want Ryohei was no question in the diva's heart. He still loved the boxer.
But now that his chase with him has come to an end, Lissuria suddenly felt that the price was much too big, too precious for him to hold.

"He's an honest man, too honest to fault, I believe. And that's what I love about him." Lissuria took a sip of his drink to calm his nerves and ponder on the words he was about to say. "I, on the other hand, live a frigging lie. I put on make-up everyday to look fabulous, wear heels and svelte dresses just so I could live the life of a lady for a day. Now isn't that funny? How could I possibly deserve such an honest man? A champion like him deserves a real lady, a trophy girlfriend."

asking for love advice from someone who doesn't understand love himself... odd. orz

[manipulater]

"But that's not what he's looking for, is it? He's been chasing after you all this time, surely that tells you something

Haha. And from someone who wants to avoid it at all costs.

[derridamustdie]

Hibari wordlessly gestured for one of the 'ladies' roaming around the area to refill Mukuro's glass; he took a sip from his own glass, weighing out a possible response or addition to his friend's statement. He wasn't overly fond of alcohol, but it did have its uses. For better or for worse.

"If people were to constantly ascribe to what they perceive to be their limits, or to what they believe they deserve, then none of us would get anywhere. Personally," the translator added just before taking another sip from his glass, "I believe that we live to surpass our limits. It makes us happier, and it makes us human. That includes taking certain risks. In your case, Sasagawa might be worth the risk."

Hibari couldn't see why himself, but their business was their business. (Besides, in a way, he was one to talk.)

18: OH SHI--

[derridamustdie]

Hibari visibly bristled at Lissuria's analogy. It was the worst possible thing, being compared to some small, fluffy animal. And a lost one, no less! Naturally, the translator's first reaction was to withdraw back into himself and snap at whoever tried to pull him out.

"...I'm not pretending to be fine. I simply don't see why I should talk about it."

Besides: talking about it was just going to make him remember. And think. And think. And think some more.