My cigarette is already perched between my lips as I open the door to the roof, my zippo in hand, flaring to life with a practiced flick. I inhale that first drag deeply, holding it in my lungs longer than I probably should.
The door shuts behind me and I exhale. Pocketing my lighter and glancing around. I know exactly where he'll be, but I still like to act like I don't. Like I'm surprised to see him here.
"Ah, Kurorin!" I smile lopsidedly at him, wandering over and leaning back against the wall he always perches on. I cross my legs at the ankle, and stretch my free hand behind me to grip the wall, close to where his hip is.
He always looks so good when he's still in his uniform, but all dressed down. All crumpled shirt and rolled up sleeves, lose tie and no jacket. And stubble too; he looks real good with all that late night stubble.
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Date: 2012-10-18 01:51 am (UTC)The door shuts behind me and I exhale. Pocketing my lighter and glancing around. I know exactly where he'll be, but I still like to act like I don't. Like I'm surprised to see him here.
"Ah, Kurorin!" I smile lopsidedly at him, wandering over and leaning back against the wall he always perches on. I cross my legs at the ankle, and stretch my free hand behind me to grip the wall, close to where his hip is.
He always looks so good when he's still in his uniform, but all dressed down. All crumpled shirt and rolled up sleeves, lose tie and no jacket. And stubble too; he looks real good with all that late night stubble.
"Long night?"