@IrieShouchi51
Byakuran spun around in his little subordinate’s chair, the wheels making a sound of protest as they supported a weight that wasn’t their usual light-weight Shouichi. Not to say that the deity was heavy.
It’s just to say that everything not personally customized by Byakuran was obviously cheap and of poor-quality.
The corners of his lips quirked up into a crooked smirk as the red-head’s dorm room opened, a very disgruntled young adult stumbling in. “Hello, hello!” He greeted, his stigma intentionally much more positive than the other male’s. “I missed Shou-Chan, sooooo,” Byakuran drawled out the word, lids sliding closed as the glare of a thousand suns concentrated solely on his face. “I came to visit him at college.” He spun around in the chair again, portraying the idea that he made himself very much at home as he waited.
Well, this certainly wasn’t what he had expected when he had stumbled into his dorm room, back from the last lecture of the day. Shouichi furrowed his brow in light confusion when he saw the white-haired male sitting so comfortably in his chair.
Annoyance was the next emotion to come to him. Had Byakuran broken into his dorm room? Most certainly.
“What-” he had been about to ask what the other was doing there but then shrugged the question off. “That’s not an adequate reason to break into people’s rooms, Byakuran-san,” he said as he gave a frown in his direction. “…so why are you here?”
He paused. “And ‘I missed you’ isn’t a valid excuse.”
“Such an attitude in your tone, Shou-Chan,” Byakuran chastised, his canines clicking together as he observed the ginger. “Besides missing you from the very bottom of my soul,” He started, adding liberal doses of mocking sweetness to his tone before he used the bottom of his boots to push the swivel chair’s wheels forward, leisurely wrapping his arms around the other male’s waist.
“No one does paperwork like you.”
Lavender oculars peered up with bemusement dancing very blatantly within them. He analyzed the other male for a brief moment, a slender eyebrow raising inquiringly. “What’s in your backpack? Dump it out.”
Anonymous:-pinches Byakuran's cheeks- He is NOT. -pinches again- He'll leave with me.
”How cute, you speak as if he’s not under lock and key.”
