[Asher's black saddle bag hits the floor with a thud, and the door slams behind him. Printed on the front of that accursed thing are the letters "LYE & STEEL" in thick white font, as the firm tends to brand its employees in whatever way possible.
He shakes off his jacket, draping it over the nearest chair, taking a moment to pull a dry plate from the dish rack. The woman working at the cafe had done him a favor by letting him order something close to closing time, but he may or may not have slipped her some extra cash in return.]
Ayyyyyyy.
[Asher laughs right after he says it, in a jovially playful tone. Jin doesn't need to know about what just happened, not yet, as they're still in the early stages of their little investigation. It takes him a little while to change out of his suit and into his nightwear, which consists of a simple white tee and his boxers from earlier on in the day, but he soon saunters into the bedroom with dessert in hand.]
You hungry?
[Raising a brow, he pulls the sheets back while sliding into bed with the monk, setting the dish on the other's lap over the covers. Slowly, the law student leans back against the wall and curls an arm around his friend, although the way they're leaning against one another suggests that they are more than just that.]
Sorry, things took longer than I thought they would. So, what's shakin', bacon?
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He shakes off his jacket, draping it over the nearest chair, taking a moment to pull a dry plate from the dish rack. The woman working at the cafe had done him a favor by letting him order something close to closing time, but he may or may not have slipped her some extra cash in return.]
Ayyyyyyy.
[Asher laughs right after he says it, in a jovially playful tone. Jin doesn't need to know about what just happened, not yet, as they're still in the early stages of their little investigation. It takes him a little while to change out of his suit and into his nightwear, which consists of a simple white tee and his boxers from earlier on in the day, but he soon saunters into the bedroom with dessert in hand.]
You hungry?
[Raising a brow, he pulls the sheets back while sliding into bed with the monk, setting the dish on the other's lap over the covers. Slowly, the law student leans back against the wall and curls an arm around his friend, although the way they're leaning against one another suggests that they are more than just that.]
Sorry, things took longer than I thought they would. So, what's shakin', bacon?
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why do u ruin the mood
with words lyk dis]