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[untilitstops]

Characters: Yasuyoshi Sano and Spitfire
Location: Spitfire's dorm room
Rating: PG-ish
Time: Evening, Aug 17 [backdated]
Description: Spitfire and Sano catch up on old times after this

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[untilitburns]

That Sano-kun could find his apartment, despite the fact he'd picked it out only hours ago and that they were in a completely new environment without any of their former aids, was something Spitfire never doubted. Rather, he'd had complete faith that he'd be found; Sano-kun was planning to make good on his promise, after all, and there was little force in the world that could stop the man from getting in a free punch at Spitfire's jaw.

This was part of the reason why Spifire had left his door unlocked (it was a very nice door and he wasn't quite sure if he'd be able to get another if Sano-kun broke this one) and taken a spot on the bed, his attention partially on the communicator in his hand, partially on the new shoes he'd acquired for himself, eyeing them dubiously on his feet.

"What do you think of the color?"

[untilitstops]

Torn between pleased satisfaction that the door had opened so readily and mild irritation for the exact same reason, Sano shot Spitfire a decidedly nonplussed look as he stepped inside, letting the door close with enough force to flutter his coat dramatically; this relieved his feelings somewhat. Slightly mollified, he let his gaze drop to the shoes in question.

"They clash," he decided at last, not at all inclined to specify what with. Everything, by implication.

[untilitburns]

At that Spitfire glanced up, taking his time in finishing the eye rake he'd started during their conversation that short while ago. From the looks of things, the other man looked as well as he did, surprising considering what they'd been through just before arriving here. That Sano could even move right into insulting Spitfire's choice in color schemes meant he was doing quite fine mentally as well.

"They're meant to go with new clothes, Sano-kun. I can't wear this outfit all the time."

[untilitstops]

"At least that we can agree on."

Sano returned the eyerake with interest, lingering particularly on Spitfire's clothes. Neither of them looked anywhere near as abused as they should have been, given the circumstances, which in no way stopped him from a fierce and disapproving study of Spitfire's outfit. That was almost as good as a coat flutter for improving his mood, so he settled himself in a seat uninvited without further fuss.