Inbox - Duplicitiy

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[lempereur]

This made me think of you.

[ Yusuke it's 2 AM. ]

[policedefective]

[It's 2AM and Akechi is still up and looks at it. The sound of someone visibly gagging can be heard from his room.]

That's disgusting.

[lempereur]

Indeed. Something that should be good, perverted to its most deplorable extreme.

I find it quite compelling.

[policedefective]

An artistic statement made to shock and horror those looking at it. That or someone's attempt at trolling.

Both are equally possible, considering.

Personally I prefer something more classical and riveting to look at.

[lempereur]

As would I, of course. You will not see me framing something like this on the wall.

[ Like there's even room, with all of his own work. ]

I have lost my interest in pasta for a while. Unless you happened to have any requests.

[policedefective]

I might save this, should a certain person end up showing up again.

[He's gonna troll Ren. If he ever comes back. Then say Yusuke showed him the picture. The perfect crime.]

Hmmm...I am rather curious as to what type of okonomiyaki you would come up with, as recipes are usually unique for each chef.

[Someone's food nerdisms are coming through.]

[lempereur]

It will be nothing compared to what Futaba has put him through.

I accept your challenge, and I am grateful it is not pasta.

[policedefective]

Ahhh I suppose with friends like these, who would need enemies.

Truth be told, I also seem to have a sudden aversion for pasta.

[lempereur]

I don't think anyone needs enemies...

[policedefective]

[Yusuke don't take everything so literally.]

It's a saying.

[lempereur]

It's a silly one.

[policedefective]

A frog in a well does not know the great sea.

[lempereur]

[ Yeah whatever. It's late, time to tuck in and get some actual sleep.



Just kidding. ]



Do you think this is doctored?

[policedefective]

[You're speaking with a detective in all but name, Yusuke. Even if he was pretending he's not stupid.]

Clearly. You can make out the failed attempt to hide the nails. A sub-par job, I would say.

[lempereur]

Do you think it might be better to not have fingernails?

You wouldn't have to scrape paint from underneath them.

Or cut them short before sex.

[policedefective]

No and it would be stupid to think otherwise.

Fingernails protect from the pain of you touching objects along with all the blood vessels. Could you imagine not being able to scratch your head?

Or hitting the side of an object and getting the blunt pain since there's nothing there to protect you.

[...]

I usually keep mine trimmed, but simply because it's healthier that way.

[Thanks for making him of someone having sex with long fingernails he hates it.]

[lempereur]

I know what fingernails are for.

I'm just thinking.

[policedefective]

And so am I.

[Fighting fire with fire?]

[lempereur]

I can't sleep. I'm going to make some tea.

[policedefective]

[Good. Finally he can sleep.

...

Tea would be nice tho.]

What type?

[lempereur]

Lavender-chamomile-cedar.

....do you want some?

[policedefective]

[Hmm...it could be something to drink with his book.]

If you're offering.

[He'll make his way out of the door a few minutes later.]

[lempereur]

[ Typically, when Yusuke stumbles out of bed in the middle of the night, he doesn't bother to dress himself - it's very possible Akechi has gotten a look at his bare ass tiptoeing to the bathroom - but knowing that he's coming, the artist makes an effort to be presentable. Pajama pants and a wide-necked sweater that hangs off one shoulder, heavy eyelids and messy hair. He's standing right next to the stove, ready to snatch the kettle up right as it starts to whistle to avoid a harsh noise.]

You can't sleep, either?

[ He pulls a couple mugs from the cabinet, picking out the one Akechi requested of Ren's for him. ]

[policedefective]

[Honestly he's half-expecting a lack of shirt at this point, bare ass or not, he at least suspects he won't be making tea in the nude. Only Ren managed to do that and he had an apron on him. Despite the time, it barely looks like Akechi bothered to change clothing - or he hasn't taken them off for the day just yet. In his hands, a book - local literature he snagged up back before Ren left. He appreciates the cup that Yusuke picked, but does not bother to say that to him.]

Not exactly...it's more that I tend not to sleep much by habit. Even if I can sleep in, I tend to go to bed late. I usually slept about three to five hours in Tokyo, in between all the studio appearances, working with Sae-san and...well...you're aware of the rest.

[Honestly it would explain a lot of his actions. He does at least look mellowed out and close to his own sleeping time. Enough not to be too snarky about the conversation which probably explains why he wasn't snapping at him on the text posts.]

[lempereur]

Hmm.

[ Yusuke hums an acknowledgement, and keeps busy scooping loose leaf tea into tea balls and dropping them into the mugs. His own sleeping habits are horrible, too, the artist regularly up painting at all hours of the night. Having Ren's bed to crawl into helped, making him sleepy from sex or cuddling or just the soothing rhythm of his breath, but now his bed is empty and his inspiration has run dry. It's getting hard. ]

Is that any good? I haven't found much to read here besides smut.