002. where are we hurrying to

[takasugi]

( to be lacking in new merchandise as an idol is dire, apparently, but without a decent photographer to call their own anymore, things have been rough. a couple handmade badges and flyers won't do it forever. the fans need something more personal, or so takasugi is very easily led to believe, and so who better to take up the task of learning the equipment than their tech savvy president? finding another augmented that can even come close to the way a certain someone had effortless portrayed their personalities like stories to canvas sounds daunting, at least, so he takes to the work with little complaint at first.

the studio is small, the garish light setup tilting as takasugi angles a black umbrella at the side for a softer hue.

the backdrop is a dark shade, and as he stands in front of rinne with hands raised together in a rectangular shape, his notched brow creases. )

You know, for as much as you two pushed for me to be the sexy one of the group, you would've filled the role easily.

( he steps forward, closing the gap with the ease of a man who always steps with the grace needed to draw at a moments hesitation.

at rinne's front, there's a beat. a single moment of pause before he starts undoing a tie, starts tugging open a collar so gently as to do nothing more suggestive than reveal the skin of the younger man's collarbone. he runs the edge of a claw lightly against bone, making sure the creases of fabric are pushed to the side just so. )

So maybe you could stand to be a little more.provocative in these. Everything about you reads as seductive to me, at least ... your very first fan.

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[hanikamu]

[Rinne circles an arm around Takasugi's shoulders and lifts his jaw to force his gaze upon him, safflower pink looking up at sky blue. For a long time, under the studio lights, he doesn't say a word. In this life, Takasugi has nothing but this. What else can he say to that? Thank you feels like a mockery. Sorry does not even begin to describe it. He parts and wets lips as he looks at a point beyond his eyes, noses touching while he tries to find the words that can mend even a fraction of Takasugi's breaking heart.]

Why'd it take this long for you to ask?

[As if Rinne is someone he can't touch?

If anyone didn't deserve to be with anybody, it's...]