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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[takasugi]

( more than good. he's a little too awestruck at first to answer, where he could honestly watch rinne fix his hair and explore every extension of this bike for hours. takasugi loves different, sure, mostly with his words, but here his fascination pounds like the purr of the engine instead of a love language, and he'll miss a moment that felt way too short: his hands wrapped around rinne's waist while the world rushed past them. okay. the day isn't over, and there's still the surprise on the shore he wants to show off, but still.

giving each other a light smile every day isn't enough. for all rinne acts like he wasn't meant to be held around him even now, it only makes takasugi want to hold on harder.

anyway. he's dramatic, his own helmet coming off slow to settle on his seat. it takes some styling of his own to pat down red, to prop two long strands of white back in place. )

My thighs are a little tingly is all. From the occasional bounce and from holding still for so long, maybe.

( he runs his black palms against the inside of his legs briefly for emphasis, squeezing what little fat there is to show off in tight pants. but it doesn't take longer than a minute for him to saunter up casually beside rinne, newly secured silver dangling on his ears and the aforementioned ice cream stall just nearby. )

As far as coming back for more, ... I don't know about that. I've been thinking about it more seriously. Leaving for good, I mean.