[Just because it's after closing that doesn't mean Kojiro's day is over. Oh no, Sia La Luce still has its most loyal critical customer to contend with and he seems to be in an even fussier mood than usual. Kaoru sits in his usual place- directly at the front where he can best heckle Kojiro- with a glass of wine and a look so sharp it might rival the balsamic vinegar on the salad of the day.
It only grows sharper when Kojiro joins him properly, this time accompanied by an elegant arch of the eyebrow.]
As hard as I know it is for your primitive alpha brain to comprehend, that overbearing scent of yours is ruining the ambience.
[That's a lie. Since the day he presented, Kojiro's scent has been more instantly calming to him than any drug or mindfulness exercise and he can't pretend that it doesn't pair well with a glass of white after a long day of work. Speaking of, it's unlike him to be careless- is he working himself too hard too close to his rut? Anyone else might question whether it's normal to be so familiar with the details of a person who isn't their mate's cycles but that's how it's always been with the two of them. It's fine. People can think what they want.
Even so, Kaoru keeps his tone carefully clipped, almost like a teacher scolding a student for daydreaming in class.]
Where are your patches? Don't tell me you forgot.
[There's a hint of something approaching concern in his gaze- or maybe that's just the light. It's hard to tell when Kaoru has made as much an art of the resting bitch face as his calligraphy.]
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loyalcritical customer to contend with and he seems to be in an even fussier mood than usual. Kaoru sits in his usual place- directly at the front where he can best heckle Kojiro- with a glass of wine and a look so sharp it might rival the balsamic vinegar on the salad of the day.It only grows sharper when Kojiro joins him properly, this time accompanied by an elegant arch of the eyebrow.]
As hard as I know it is for your primitive alpha brain to comprehend, that overbearing scent of yours is ruining the ambience.
[That's a lie. Since the day he presented, Kojiro's scent has been more instantly calming to him than any drug or mindfulness exercise and he can't pretend that it doesn't pair well with a glass of white after a long day of work. Speaking of, it's unlike him to be careless- is he working himself too hard too close to his rut? Anyone else might question whether it's normal to be so familiar with the details of a person who isn't their mate's cycles but that's how it's always been with the two of them. It's fine. People can think what they want.
Even so, Kaoru keeps his tone carefully clipped, almost like a teacher scolding a student for daydreaming in class.]
Where are your patches? Don't tell me you forgot.
[There's a hint of something approaching concern in his gaze- or maybe that's just the light. It's hard to tell when Kaoru has made as much an art of the resting bitch face as his calligraphy.]