Touch the sky. [rin]

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Credit to Memzard of BTN

[rin takahashi]

 

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tags: dustin (cola) | words: 534 | notes: ohgods. why is dustin so cute?

Seldom did Rin wander the city before noon. Working nights tended to have that effect, and yet today he'd catwalked into the cafe no later than nine, boot heels clicking and orange-tinted sunglasses smoothly repositioned from face to head. He wore the unreadable expression of a poker player and moved with the purpose of a high-profile CEO. He existed purely in a league all his own, and he failed to glance at even one of his fellow patrons.

The others may well have not existed as he plucked up a copy of the day's paper and settled into his usual spot: a window booth comfortably hidden in the back corner. By all accounts, he acted like someone important. Or, more accurately, like a streetwalker off duty.

Elitism was only natural. The people shriveled into insignificant ants by day. They returned to their tedious little jobs and conformed to what the hive demanded. They had a strange habit of becoming the opposite of what they'd been the night previous, of feigning innocence on matters related to drug, drink, and purchased affection. Every single one, woman and man, child and senior, they were all like a pack of dirty mutts wearing human masks, each fooling all the others and praying to God that none would uncover the disgusting truth.

It was funny, really, but so long as they played appearances, Rin had no interest in them, and they no interest in Rin.

He laid the newspaper across the table, practically turning its newsprint into a tablecloth as, ignoring the conversational drone, he scanned the headlines. It was a search for anything relevant, anything from what they called "new money" to the hottest fad, and he nestled into an article about an up and coming politician. 

His elbow found its way atop the table, and resting his temple against the support of a thumb, Rin tugged at his high collar. With all those decorative folds, it was far from strangling, but the tugging preoccupied him as he wondered whether or not he could orchestrate a run-in with the man proposing a new metro. Politicians always needed some twisted secret to hide in their closets--their deep, luxurious closets.

"Mm," Rin punctuated the thought before glancing up and around, hunting for the waitress.

Instead, he found the busboy's contented smile, perhaps one of the few smiles Rin thought relatively genuine. But then, Rin was horribly biased, just too predisposed to adore someone known to humor him during his off-hours. As a result, Dustin's familiar face was all the excuse he needed to light up, to beam bright and blush soft as if he'd never expected to see the teen. "Darling!"

Rin curled his supporting hand into a fist and moved it to uphold the gentle point of his chin. His pink-tinted lips puckered into a pout. "You never told me you had the face of an angel. Is this the peepshow I've been missing each morning?"

He hummed laughter, as lighthearted as his banter regarding the boy's pulled-back hair. Truly, Rin hoped words alone would be enough to lure Dustin over to his table, and hopefully Dustin would be able to spare him some time. Rin did, after all, have the strongest aversion to eating alone.

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[dustin wood]

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[rin takahashi]

 

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tags: dustin (cola) | words: 605 | notes: pfft. you know he's cute. |D

Was it cruel that he delighted in the other's red-faced embarrassment? How the puppet jerked to attention when the right string was pulled? Perhaps, but at heart, Rin was a loving puppeteer, fond of painted smiles and careful not to break his toys. (At least not beyond repair.) Some could be handled roughly, that was for sure, but Dustin? 

No, that one was made of paper. A blow of hot air was clearly more than enough to get him going, and the laughable ease of it all made it possible for Rin to relax and let at least a few of his pretenses fall. After all, Dustin had never been someone he needed to impress with supposed virtues or professed feelings. He was just a set of ears ready for mindless prattle, a pair of sky-blue eyes that made it okay to eat a piece of bread.

Silently, Rin's stomach quaked, and Dustin's willingness to slide into the booth was good reason to chime a childish, "Yay!" With the word, Rin lifted his chin to sit straight, to look all the more engaged. His freed hand fell to rest atop the paper, and there, it received a friendly touch from across the table.

As Dustin shared his greeting, Rin smiled wider at the mention of his perkiness--you noticed?--but at the boy's nervous gesturing, his grin disappeared and his carefully plucked eyebrows lifted as if he regretted his earlier choice of words--oh, poor baby. Fortunately, Dustin chose to leave his hair as it was, and Rin wasted no second when it came to changing the subject.

"Great to see me, indeed!" he huffed, eyes going fearfully wide. "Dustin-kun, last night was a perfect wreck--and by 'wreck,' I mean with cars. And by 'perfect,' I mean devastating." His hand slipped out from underneath the other's, settling on top, holding tight, as he pointed to his face with its brother. 

"Can you believe that I was in an accident a mere seven hours ago? Alcohol, bright lights, shattered glass, the whole package? Oh, goodness, the crunch alone sounded like death knocking. But the worst of it was that this John had a gift, a real gift, Dustin-kun. Not only did he total his ride, but he'd run right into his wife and totaled hers, too!" 

The punch line.

His distressed expression--existing only to set the scene--broke; it split right back into his cheery smile as he touched the hollow of his throat. The act was subconscious, the result of Rin's neck still smarting after the woman's hands had grabbed it and left behind bleeding semi-circles, but that's what the heavy shirt-collar was for. It covered up the scarlet letters, as with bright eyes, Rin held back a giddy laugh. 

The insanity!

He reined in his mirth with a contented sigh, quick to speak before Dustin could comment, "Neither was hurt, though, and they had plenty of insurance, so don't worry your pretty little head." Rin gave Dustin's hand a gentle rub, a gesture meant purely to sooth before he chirped, "Let's celebrate! Celebrate my surviving and your adorable new hairstyle. If you'll run down to the kitchen for us--" He withdrew his hand to count on fingers. "--I'd like the usual--a latte, you know, with a pinch of extra espresso and a cut of toast, wheat bread sans the fixings, don't forget now--and order yourself whatever you'd like, even if you swear you're not hungry, because I'm clearly trying to feel wealthy."

His porcelain features assumed an impish quality as he imparted a playful wink, as if to hint at his self-jab. His voice lost its overtly saccharine quality and dropped its feminine octave, "Indulge a king, will you?"

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[dustin wood]

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Credit to Memzard of BTN

[rin takahashi]

 

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tags: dustin (cola) | words: 465 | notes: mmm. breakfast.

My lord? Well, didn't that just tickle Rin pink. His face read a grinning, "of course, darling, of course," as he flapped his hand in farewell. Swift as he was, Dustin had certainly mastered the art of being a page, and who was Rin to deny the boy a compliment towards his work? 

Eyelids dreamily lowered, the man turned to face the window. He made a mental note to tip Dustin, but then he usually did that whenever he'd managed to turn the busboy into his waiter. The actual waitstaff must harbor a soft spot for their subordinate to let him get away with it. 

Perhaps they thought it good practice; maybe he was in line for a promotion. 

How nice.

With the thought, Rin honed in on his reflection, and it wasn't long before he set to tweaking his appearance. Readjusting how his sunglasses rested on his head, how his hair fell, he treated himself to the scrutiny of an artist's eye and the delicacy of one's touch. The distraction was short, and once convinced that he was fit for photos, Rin turned back to his tablecloth-styled newspaper.

About halfway through the weather page, Dustin returned. He was greeted by a round of polite applause.

The accompanying words, although casual in nature, came with a tone of mock prestige, "Wonderful. Your timing is superb. Now let's see..." Sitting at the edge of his seat, Rin leaned forward to take a closer look at the items laid before him, and with dainty fingers, he lifted the ceramic cup. "Well. The latte is nice and warm, steaming, boasting a lovely leaf-patterned design." He put the rim to his lips and took a sip. "Ah, and there's the hint of added espresso, much needed for someone such as myself."

He smiled at Dustin and set the cup down with a fragile-sounding clink. "And the toast." Likewise, it was turned to and inspected: "Proper variety, handsome golden color, appropriate thickness." Rin pressed the pad of his finger against its crusted surface before rubbing the finger against his thumb.  "No excessive grease. Well, Dustin-kun, it seems my only complaint is a lack of napkins." His steely eyes flicked over to the other in a reprimand both wordless and jesting before his smile returned, sunny as ever, "I'll give you an eight point two."

Rin chuckled to himself, though his enjoyment was cut short when he felt another shudder ripple through his stomach. This time, it wasn't nearly so silent, and forehead creasing with worry, he murmured a faint apology, as if he'd let a slur slip.

He cleared his throat, and while eyeing Dustin's chosen fruit--could that really be enough to sate a growing boy?--he'd taken to tearing his toast into inch-wide strips.

"So!" the man began, generously dipping one of the strips into his coffee. "That was my night."

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[asketill doctor]

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[dustin wood]

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[style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]T[/style]he boy didn't speak much - he rarely did talking when it came to Rin. As usual, he just gave a simple, soft smile and listened. He was a very theatrical person, but somehow he adored the man's company - it was as if he never allowed for a slow day. Taking some napkins from the holder on the table, he folded them and carefully placed the thin paper beside the other male's plate, then let his attention return to his food. Dustin saw nothing wrong with his meal - he never really ate more then this. Maybe an apple later or something of the like and he would be set for the time. Probably not a favourable eating pattern, but he's grown in to it. Soon, the pair was joined by another member. Staring at him, Dustin felt his heart skip a beat - Asketill. It had been so long since they seen each other, it took everything the child had not to jump at the man and hold him as tight as possible. Instead though, the boy looked away and slowly stood. Still silent, he edged away from the table and excused himself into the kitchen. He was gone for only a short time, before returning with a warm mug. Sitting down once more, he set it beside the new friend, then couldn't hold back much longer. Slowly - almost nervously - he wrapped his thin arms around the man, hugging him and softly nosing his shoulder. A weak, rather shy 'hi' was heard, before the student pulled away and returned to his bits of fruit, a small redness across his face. Dustin was bad around people he found beautiful - he grew nervous, and scared. He felt somehow he would insult them by being present, that just his appearance was an insult to someone so appealing. It had taken time for him to get over this feeling with Rin, but now with Asketill here as well, the boy felt that sick, nervous feeling building up in him again. Of course these two charming boys would be getting attention. Dustin shouldn't be here. He was in the way - he would bother anyone trying to admire them. He stayed though, despite his urge to leave - because he missed ask.. and he didn't want to leave Rin, not in this wonderful mood. [/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

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[rin takahashi]

 

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tags: asketill (pepsi) | words: 519 | notes: if by annoying, you mean cuter than a baby bunny, yes. dustin is so annoying. ;D

Just like that, the otherwise bland strip of toast was flavored, hot, and crusted with a milky foam. In a normal situation, he would've had to suck it up and eat his breakfast like the average human being--separate--but again, it was just Dustin. 

Rin rested the toast against his cup's rim and let the excess coffee drip. If he went about it with the usual gentle touches and an air of aplomb, it didn't much matter if his definition of delicious differed. The odd chance of disturbing someone held no bearing, and he could smile quietly as he took a healthy bite, chewed and mentally prepared a question.

At which point, someone sidled up next to Dustin, absolutely free of hesitation.

Surprised, Rin swallowed and cocked his head just slightly to get a better look at the slouched newcomer. Was he lost? He didn't look familiar, not like anyone seen recently, and Rin hoped to hell he wasn't supposed to. That sort of mistake could cost him, but surely he'd have remembered someone with red hair.

Red hair. He was foreign, like Dustin. Young, like Dustin. Sitting, next to Dustin.

He was for Dustin. 

Ah. That was fine. He could play nice for the pair of them.

Easing safely into that conclusion, Rin broke his blank-faced stare into something kind. "Good morning!" 

Yet, the next thing he knew, Dustin had left without a word, and it was strange for Rin to find himself feeling a twinge of embarrassment. Sitting alone with a weary and nameless stranger. He could amend the discomfort that came with the unknown quite easily, but he gave priority to polishing off the one strip of toast. Assuming that the boy's face in his hands meant a need for peace, his rude silence could be excused.

Rin lifted a napkin, one which the busboy had so graciously pulled for him, and as his attention dropped back to newsprint, he dabbed delicately at his mouth.

Luckily, it wasn't much longer before Dustin returned, coffee in hand. Napkin still held over his mouth, Rin watched curiously as the small boy passed the mug on to the other, shared a cautious embrace, and then pulled away with a soft, red-cheeked glow.

Christ. The solemn quiet practically had Rin thinking that someone had died! They were in mourning. They needed each other. But why, at such a time, would either show up here? It seemed far more plausible that they were just being regular, awkward school boys.

"Ahem." Using the napkin to wipe off his hands, Rin flashed a white smile, from brunette to ginger. His casual air had vanished, and he spoke in a proper, higher pitch, "I hope this isn't a bad time, but I fear I've never had the pleasure to meet your... friend, Dustin-kun." He set the napkin down and leaned forward to tease, "Have you been hiding him from me all this time? Keeping him all to yourself?" His sigh was one of surrender. "Well, looking at that face, I can't say I blame you."

Stare turned to the larger boy, the effeminate stretched his hand across the table. "Hello, darling. I'm Rin, and you would be...?"

[/style][STYLE=background-color: 2f2f2f; width: 430px; color: 2f2f2f;] .  [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px;]Made by MINNIE of BTN.[/style]

[asketill doctor]

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[dustin wood]

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[rin takahashi]

 

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tags: asketill (pepsi) | words: 461 | notes: nerr. if either of you have trouble replying, just let me know. =v=;

Seeing two sets of rosy cheeks validated Rin's earlier belief. These were cute boys, sweet boys, and as effortlessly entertaining as blowing dandelion seeds to the wind. To be riled by the most harmless of words, shy about their innocent affections, just how green did they have to be? Like white-garbed virgins brushing against one another in secret fields, or maybe turtle doves in a cage at the top of the world?

He wondered if that made him the stranger in black, or the cat waiting for its moment of truth. Possibly. It was certainly how he felt--just a touch out of place between the two of them, like that one something that didn't belong.

Such a ridiculous feeling! The table was his, and whether invited or not, the two turtle doves had sat down to eat in his realm. He'd best act like it.

Hand taken, Rin answered with his own strong grip and shared in Asketill's short, professional shake. "Charmed, I'm sure."

His hand withdrew, and as Dustin explained his relation to each of them, Rin busied himself with selecting between finger and thumb another strip of toast. Such an arrangement was a wonderful thing, and Rin thought his silence golden. He wouldn't have called himself the busboy's friend. An acquaintance, maybe. More of a picky customer, if he wanted to be truly honest, though neither role had him stand out as anyone significant enough to remember. And he certainly wanted to be remembered.

So, when Dustin had taken it upon himself to grant the friendship title, Rin didn't contest it. Rather, he nodded his agreement before turning to the blue-eyed boy.

"I didn't take you for the clumsy type, Dustin-kun." He nosed the strip into his drink, dipping lightly and contemplating the other's phrasing.

Getting oneself hurt, he'd said, in a way familiar enough to make Rin wonder. Thinking about it, Dustin had never dropped his orders or stumbled in front of him. He didn't strike him as the type to run around doing dangerous, injury-prone things. The concern was worth a questioning look, a deep stare that dared to probe for details, but of course, it wasn't Rin's business. 

He took a bite and planted his elbow on the table, chuckling as he cradled his cheek in palm. He swallowed. "Best watch out for those stairs. If you're not careful, they can give you quite the shiner." With a wave of toast, he gestured to the general area of one eye. "They'll swell like plums, sweetheart, and we wouldn't want that now, would we, Doctor-kun?"

He offered Asketill a knowing glance and dipped the strip of toast again. "Is it just a funny coincidence that someone named 'Doctor' comes to this young man's aid? Or am I confusing my English? It is a medical term, right?"

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