:[ Mishima Garage - Mechanics Bay ]:
Kira has come zooming up on his lean black machine, a clean, finely-tuned sound. He purrs to a halt before the shop, and pulls the gleaming helmet from his head, dark hair spilling out. He dismounts, parking the bike, and wanders in to the garage where he saw the young man last. "Hello...?..." -- no answer. Empty place... he stands a bit, then, fidgety like a teenaged boy on a first date, wanders to the back, peering cautiously into a doorway - no one - and then through a window. Where. There is. A. Naked man. Being beautiful and. Wet. In the alley. --- it's HIS naked man! - the, man.. he's here to meet. X_x. Kira.. watches Rei hosebathe. I am invisible, I am a ninja >_>;;;;;. . . . after a few delightful moments, the blonde turns off the hose and Kira hurries away from the window, feeling like he needs a wash himself <_<;;;;;;;;;;. I can not believe I just did that. OKayyythen. ... And soon, in walks the long cool drink of water called Kashino Rei, marginally more dressed thn he was a minute ago.
Kashino grins and waves, towelling off his hair with a large shop cloth, coverall opened and sleeves tied around his waist, his shirt is also tied around his hips.
Kira exclaims, "--- hey!"
Kira grins.
Kashino hehe's, "How's it goin?'"
Kira says, "fine. Gettin' finer all the time.."
Kira asks, "You?"
Kashino waha's, and snaps the towel at Kira. ;)
Kira ACKs, and leaps to make a grab for the towel. Yer not gettin' away with that! X3
Kashino dodges, sliding on well worn sneaker soles and sweeps up= THE COMPRESSED AIR HOSE! -=FPFOOSSSSSSTTHHHTHT!
Kashino notes, "Now you can look like your artbook pics! Quick, puncture a pillow and loft feathers!"
Kira blinks, and cocks an eyebrow. "You've got pillows in this garage, then?"
Kashino pauses, pointing to the rough pallet by the back door and taps. "Yeah, we've got a futon."
Kira says, "Ah. Must come in handy."
Kira says, "For. Sleeping on. -- working late and all."
Kira watchfully evades Kashino's hose. o.o;
Kashino nods, "Sometimes you get caught up in something, why stop if you're on a roll, right? And if the customer is coming the next day.. Oi!"
Kira asks, "Is it comfortable?"
Kashino shrugs, hose dangling, "Not especially, no. But you don't notice, all the time."
Kira says, "There's a sofa in the flowershop basement. Where I work sometimes. Damn thing is very unpleasant to sleep on. ^_^; Except, of course, when you don't notice. Yes."
Kashino watches Kira and there's something of a cold flash of recognition behind pale blue eyes, "Woah. You work at a flowershop. Wild."
Kira smiles, and shrugs. "On and off. Youji -- Kudou Youji, my roommate -- he's the owner. Nepotism pure and simple," he grins. "I -am- trying to get him to teach me ikebana, though. Standing at a cash all day is not really my beat. I like using my hands, y'know?"
Kashino nods and begins coiling the hose back onto its spindle, "Yeah. I know what you mean. I started working on motors pretty much just because they were there, and when they didn't run, there was nothing else to do. Why wait for help."
Kira gives Rei an appreciative look. "That's something I'm not sure I could do, really," he admits. "Building, repairing stuff, making stuff with your hands... " he shrugs, mouth having a twitchy smile. "Like I said, I'm a bookworm."
Kashino eyes Kira cautiously, "Ah hey, that's something. Speaking of books - I should go up to the Uni. See what I can do about my 'situation'." Hose sorted, he lifts the towel for another final tousel over his head, and slings it over his shoulder. "Thus the clean-up."
Kira asks, "I see. --- Hey, I don't mean to pry, but -- what *is* your 'situation', at the Uni?"
Kashino shrugs and unties the sleeves of his coverall. "Expelled?" He grins, and heads for some folded clothes on the shop pallet.
Kira says, "Hooo, noway!" he grins. "Man, what did you -do- to them? That's pretty hardcore~" He sits on a stepladder, one leg folded with the heel on a step, loose and limber and amiably curious.
Kashino drops his coverall and the shirt tied around his waist, turning to the wall and shaking out a pair of jeans. The jeans seem clean, though he sniffs them, autopilot. He kicks the coverall aside and toes out of his sneakers without untying them, sliding them away before stepping into the jeans. "It's a long story. Nothing too cool. I didn't show up too often, often enough, I mean." You don't want to go to class when the police are looking for you, have to assume that's the first place they'll look, right? Homicide investigations? Kidnapping from MagicBus mental ward? Instructors so love those kind of interruptions. Hopefully the sight of Rei's bare ass while he changes will delay any further questions.
Kira it does. It delays pretty much everything, more the shock of sudden nudity than the actual fact of the .. very nice buttocks themselves. Kira's train of thought moves slow as molasses as he sees, for the first time -- perhaps not the last? -hopefully- not the last?... -- the young man unclothed. What a long, smooth body... with all the cuves and angles at the right places.
Kira realizes that his appreciation of Rei's body is kind of weird, but he excuses it by thinking that he's not used to appreciating male bodies >.<;. This is new for him!!! c.c;;;
Kira thinks, Wait, shouldn't I be embarrased? ------ he... almost manages for look away. But fails in the end. (OOC) Kira is reminded of the Luna Sea song that goes, "I want to take everything off - and hold you in my arms - ... What's wrong with me, Ray?"
Kashino just gets dressed, thinking fairly gloomy thoughts about his academic chances, and turns, fixing up the buttons of his 501's before shaking out a soft black button up shirt. Kinda shiny, but thift store shiny; cotton, button up, missing cuff buttons. "So hey, feel like heading up to the Uni with me? I could use a guide. Can pay you back - game of one-on-one and a coffee or something?" He's got enough change to get something at the college cafe.. he thinks.. checking his pockets.
Kashino wonders, idly, if the Asara Cafe soundsystem still plays 'Boy Racer' when he enters, and wonders if he'll freak out if it does. >_>;;
Kira grins. "I was wondering if you'd ask~..." He hops off his stool. "Who're you gonna see? At the Uni? Admissions or something?"
Kashino nods and mis-matches two buttons of his shirt at the stomach, leaving the rest as he takes up a jean jacket, hanging it in the crook of his arm, hands stuffed into his pockets. "Yeah. Desk jockeys and paper pushers. I got cuts from the last round. After that, see.. if I get in, I get a room. Maybe. So yeah." He feels.. like a mediocre prince going up against a rather large dragon, and puts his odds at something like 20/80. He feels.. almost guilty for dragging someone else along.. "If it gets too boring or whatever, we can hook-up later. I don't think it will take too long." How long can 'no' take? Whee! He grins, ready to go.
Kira grins. "Aa, I'm sure you'll do okay. Be confident! Even if you don't know what you're doing, pretend you do. They're more likely to listen to someone who seems to know his stuff." -- "And sure, whatever. If it takes a long time I'll just give you my cell number, you can text me when you're done or something." Yay technology! \o_o/ Sooo cool for a 1995 boy >.>...
Kashino nods, trying again to not be tall, and tucks his hair behind an ear. It's going to slip out again, but it's an ongoing battle he's used to waging. He pulls the wooden door wide and sweeps a bow, "After you, I'll need to lock up." To do that he'll need a key.. oh yeah.. the realization hits him and he dodges back inside, taking a key on a leather braided lanyard and ducking to slip it around his neck. He's heading for the door again when another realization.. "Ah, the papers," yeah, the whole point of going, "they're in.. something blue.." he needs to lift invoices, look under parts catalogs, and rummage the workbench for envelopes and folders.
Kira steps out, waiting patiently. He walks over to his bike, buffing it a little with a sleeve as he waits. It's black, and gleaming, with chrome stripe and bits, a beautiful machine, solid and with a dangerous elegance.
Kashino manages to find the blue paper folder he's looking for, and emerges from the garage at a trot; folder stuffed under his arm he has to lean chest up against the doors to get the key around his neck into the lock, securing the bay. Then.. he has to get the key from the lock, without looking down, tiptoed against the wood and shuffling.. Motorbike? His eyes track to the side, "Oi, your bike? That's," choking with the key lanyard, and working it carefully until the key pops free. "WOAH!" He staggers back, grinning at the machine, and Kira, "Hey, christ!" There's more than a moment of quiet grinning admiration, then another realization, "Aa, just locked mine up inside!"
Kira supresses a happy grin. "This is my baby," he says matter-of-factly, patting the metal fondly. "I got 'er for my birthday last year. She's been across the USA! -- road trip, last summer. You like bikes, huh?" :3
Kashino looks at Kira, still a bit blown away by the SHINY. "Woah. Yeah, I race. Or I did, used to. Back home." Home.. shit.. Stupid 'Phoenix'. "So you road-tripped across the states- damn, and back in time for classes? Ha ha," he finds that slightly amusing; point him at a continent the size of the US on a bike like that and when would he be returning? Hah! He approaches, eyes shifting from Kira's patting to the engine, etc, taking it in. "Well, you wanna walk- Or no?" The lure of t3h m0t0r is drawing t3h m0t0boi closer..
Kira grins. "I only started school in January, actually," he admits. "But.. It was my first time in America, huh? It was cool. but. >_> Big, and .. flat. And the bike kinda broke down in "Indiana", and I was stranded for like two weeks until some guy could change a stupid filter or something." He sighs, then shrugs, smiling. "You don't want to ride her?" he asks the youth, with a sparkly leer. "C'mon. You're probably way better than me with sweet machines like these. I'm an amateur, you're a pro~ -- "
A slow grin lifts Rei's lips, and he looks at Kira to be sure, "I ride, you hang on for dear life?" He seems game, tucking his paperwork between his knees and slipping his jean jacket on.
Kira has a slow, keen grin. "Give me a thrill, motorboy." X3
:[WHO]:
The pale boy before you is tall and lean; long legs, long arms, and a long smooth neck. His fragile, delicate features are framed by a tousled mop of silky white blonde hair, bright and soft, worn loosely tumbled down his neck. Pale blue eyes regard you with openly wry humor, or or peer narrowed through thick black painted lashes, or watch nothing at all with a thousand-yard stare; wide, blue, open, unseeing. His grin is frequent and intense; though he quickly changes mood, looking away, turning in, shutting down. If he is not in motion, decisive, predatory gestures, then he is languidly still and withdrawn. In nearly every way he is of these two distinct paths, there is very little that is moderate about him.Rei prefers old, softly worn Levi's, longer than his long legs, the cuffs rolled up over black, square-toed engineer boots. He's wearing a black silk t-shirt with a widely cut neck, showing off prominent collarbones and a heavy silver crucifix hanging below the hollow of his throat. Over this a white button-up shirt with large and pointed cuffs and collar; he's wearing several wide silver and onyx rings on the fingers that peek out through the long cuffs of his shirt.
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