Log Title: The Bullshit Tornado
Summary: Kagami and Royal talk about the shattered stack left as a threat, and then the mess that is the Duke's personal life.
IC Date: Wed Feb 27 18:12, 2381
OOC Date: Wed Feb 27 18:12, 2019
Related Logs: None
royalkagami

 

 

The door to Royal's office is open, as he's just arrived a few minutes before. He's shrugging off his stylish asymmetrical coat and stowing it in a closet behind one of the smart walls. The outfit du jour is a pair of peacock blue pants (a colour he seems to favour) with a wide black belt buckle, a heather gray v-neck t-shirt and a black suit jacket pushed up to the elbows. It's a bit more casual than his usual fare, which suggests wherever he was was not a suit establishment. He's stowing a few things in his kitchenette - coffee stuff, mostly, along with some protein bars.

* * *

Kagami get's there pretty fast. He's wearing black jeans, simple white t-shirt, and asymmetrical leather jacket. He's holding two bags in his hands and he pushes the door open with his hip. He walks over and puts a giant bag of sushi down on the table. The other bag is a brown paper bag. He sets that down carefully. He opens the sushi bento's and starts setting them out. The young man grabbed a wide variety of crab, salmon, and shrimp. He grabs one of the dragon rolls and bites into it. "I'm a stress eater." He grumbles to Royal before nodding his head and returning to the door to remove his shoes. "Sorry…"

* * *

"Oh dear god. Have you brought the whole ocean? Don't unpack it here, there's not enough room. Come with me." Royal steps away from the kitchenette and walks up to what appears to be a plain wall just behind his desk. He presses his hand against a particular spot that lights up in response to his handprint. Then the wall starts to slide. "What are you stressed over? Eating too much?"

* * *

He turns and watches the wall and waits. "Nope." He grabs the paper bag and then takes another bite of his hand roll. He hands over the bag and grumbles quietly. "This was on my door." He points out quietly. "So even through multiple ping bounces whoever it is found me through that download or either you or Welch said I was working the case." It's a stack, shattered and hanging on an industrial chain. He grumbles and shoves the rest of the roll into his mouth.

* * *

It's dark beyond the sliding panel, but lights start to flicker on overhead with a soft electronic hum that settles into silence. The space beyond is…cavernous. It's one massive room with glass windows three storeys high. Everything is industrial in design, from the polished concrete floor, to the sleek, industrial kitchen. There is no bedroom, but there is a high platform on which sets a king bed draped in designer sheets. There is a sofa which looks somewhat out of place, like it was set where it is because there's nowhere else it looks like it would fit. A staircase leads up into a suspended loft that contains what appears to be a full gym. The only thing in a separate room is a bathroom, which is to the left of the sliding panel.

There is hardly any decoration, and hardly any personal touches at all. It looks like someone started to move in but gave up after getting the bed sorted.

The view is certainly spectacular. All the glory of the night city and the radiant glow of the Neon District below bathes the room in an atmosphere not present in the space itself.

As Royal moves in, his feet echo against the concrete and up against the glass windows. He walks over to the kitchen, then reaches up into the cupboard for plates. They look like they're made of slate, or at least a material meant to resemble slate. He pauses though, and squints at the stack. "…what…the bloody hell. On your door?" He looks alarmed. "Are you all right?"

* * *

Kagami puts the food back away and then walks into the kitchen through the door and sets it all down. He brought SO much sushi. Once it's all set down, he walks back into the office, grabs his shoes and moves them to the inner door. He finally takes a moment to look around. He sees the gym and the bed but it's the view. He walks over to the windows and woahs. He finally turns to Royal and waves his hand. "I am not afraid of being RD'd. If it happens it happens. They threatened the wrong person." He chuckles as he moves over to the food. "You didn't get one? If not than it was the pull. I should scrub the IP I pulled it from to see how the list got out and trace it back to the origin."

* * *

"No, I didn't," says Royal. He fingers the stack for a moment, then sets it down. He clearly looks disturbed. "You should file a police report immediately. This is clearly a threat." He doesn't go for the food, but he does go for his well-stocked bar. It's one area that looks like it's had some real use, and there's a wide variety to choose from. "Drink?"

* * *

The tech shakes his head. "The thing is… those records are easy to obtain. If I say I got threatened and show them this, then whomever threatened me will know and I might get VR jacked and then tortured." He shakes his head. "No freaking thank you. Unless I can anonymously do it." He grins at the drink and nods his head. "Drink sounds good."

* * *

"How are you so cheerful? I didn't even get one and I'm nearly shitting my pants," Royal pulls down cut crystal (because of course) and spills in a good measure of single malt. He holds up the bottle in a wordless question to Kagami. "How would they know you're investigating? You're quite good, aren't you?"

* * *

Kagami turns to Royal. "Well…my thoughts on the matter. If I die, I die. I already feel like I'm living on borrowed time." He speaks softly before moving over to wait for a drink to be handed to him. "I am quite good. I have a feeling that when I pulled it from the server, it followed back through the pings to get my IP and thus pull my MAC. I cleaned it severing it's tie but not before it already knew my location." He shrugs his shoulders. "It's my guess at least. I could follow it back but if they know how to loop like that then they would see me coming." He lifts his eyes and really examins Royal's face.

* * *

Royal makes a soft sound of discomfort and really focuses on pouring the whiskey. "But if you died, I'd have to spend the rest of my days avenging you and hunting down your killer. And probably get my fool self killed. So…be safe for my sake, at least?" He hands over one of the drinks. There's a lot in there. He avoids eye contact. That's not normally something he does.

* * *

Kagami takes a sip and grins a little. "I should teach you to hack and repair things." He grins, setting down the drink and removing his jacket. He lays it over a chair and then picks up his drink again to sip it and put it down. "Well, your sleeve cannot die before it's time because your blood is important so if you do hunt down my killer, do it once you are resleeved." He warns the man. "But I promise to be careful for you." He pops a few sushi bits into his mouth before noticing the lack of eye contact. "You alright?" He turns and sees the gym really and rushes over to it. He removes his shirt, laying it over a different piece of equipment and he jumps on the treadmill…running. "I have to find out who is doing it. Perhaps I can use the Police computers to follow the path because honestly, it would follow back there."

* * *

"Are you on drugs?" Royal calls after as Kagami darts up into the loft gym. He stands below, looking up. "Haven't you had enough gym for the day?" He then takes a deep breath and slowly mounts the stairs into the gym. It's very well-appointed, likely just as good as the gym the other has signed up for. "You're going to make yourself sick. Come off of there." He leans against an exercise bike and scratches the side of his head.

* * *

Kag turns his head and chuckles. "I am not on drugs." He stops the treadmill and hops off it. "I haven't felt good at the gym ever and it's a great feeling. When I'd work out before this sleeve, it was tiring and frustrating but now I feel … wonderful." He grabs his shirt and pulls it on. "Sorry if I wanted that high to continue…" He walks down the stairs and back over to the sushi. He takes a seat and then mixes wasabi into his soy sauce and the sauce turns to a lighter brown. He grabs a sushi with his chop sticks and dips it into the mix before popping it into his mouth.

* * *

Royal takes his time coming back down the stairs. He descends the dramatic staircase and sips at his whiskey as he goes, until he's back in the kitchen. He leans on the counter, both hands folding around the glass. "This is…my fault. I shouldn't have involved you in this whole business. It's dangerous, and it's high stakes. And I'm sorry."

* * *

Kagami watches Royal move with a little grin. He pops another piece into his mouth and shakes his head. "Royal…" He covers his mouth with his hand and finishes the piece he's eating. "If it wasn't you it would have been Welch and honestly, I would have probably been looking into this anyways. There is no need to apologize. I'm not sorry for doing it, nor am I afraid." He stands up and moves over to Royal, touching his arm and trying to make eye contact. "Either I'm an idiot alone or I'm an idiot with your help. Either way, Royal, I'm an idiot."

* * *

Royal looks over, makes eye contact for a moment, then looks away and takes a rather large sip from his glass. "I'm going to keep feeling guilty about this and there isn't a thing you can do about it." He means to try and lilt that playfully, but it ends up just sounding tight. Like his heart isn't really in the quip.

* * *

The tech sees that he's still not making eye contact and he frowns. "Why don't you sit down and eat some sushi…" It comes out as more of an order. "Don't feel guilty about this Royal. I could have kept it a secret from you and you'd never know unless I got my stack blow out and in evidence you saw that." He takes Royal's arm and tries to pull him over to the food. "I was asked if I trusted you and I can say I absolutely do. Don't feel guilty damn it."

* * *

"Who was asking you if you trusted me?" asks Royal. He resists being pulled. "I've got my liquid lunch, thanks," he salutes with his glass. "Not all of us have your metabolism, my dear. I had a bit of that when I was younger, but if I want to look good in suits, I have to watch my figure." Some of his bravado comes drifting back at that.

* * *

Kag stands in front of Royal and sighs. "My therapist." He says softly. "That is not a lunch. My god a few pieces won't hurt you." He points out. "And I was surprised at my metabolism but it's amazing." He takes a deep breath before standing in front of Royal. "You usually look me in the eye. What's going on…"

* * *

Royal makes a point of looking now that he's called out, but he does so reluctantly. "People in my orbit have a tendency to, well…spiral. It's been happening to me my entire life, and now it seems as if it's happening to you. And you decidedly do not need to get wrapped up in the particular type of bullshit tornado that has always swirled around me." He sips his drink again. "You've enough to deal with as it is."

* * *

He lifts his hands to his head and removes something invisible before reaching up and putting it on Royal's head. "You now wear the drama queen crown, babe." He turns and takes a sip of his drink before stepping up very close to Royal and looking him in the eye. "I am not so weak as to not handle my shit and yours. My shit is being handled relatively well. Now this… bullshit tornado you think is around you… I'm already in it and I would have been in a different one fighting off other crazy hackers to learn more but I wouldn't have my friend to help me. You. You slap me back to sense when I'm pushing myself and you are easy to lean on and talk to." He narrows his eyes. "No more self pity, handsome. You are after all wearing the colors of the peacock, puff out that chest, flip open that tail and squack to irritate everyone."

* * *

Royal pretends to tip the invisible crown on a jaunty angle. "I don't understand how you're so relaxed after a death threat." He glances over to the counter where the wrecked stack sits. "And I find it quite disturbing that someone…" he pauses, "Do you think others got threats as well?" And then, "Squawk? I sing quite well I'll have you know." Theeere he is.

* * *

He wrangles one of Royal's hands away from the invisible crown and he places it over his heart. A steady heart beat, quicker than normal but not super fast. "Listen to me when I say this, Royal… It's a death threat sure but it wasn't an execution. If I die, I die." Steady beating. "I am not afraid. My line of work is dangerous. I've been killed once already and that had nothing to do with you. So stop worrying." He grins before he nods. "I will bet that everyone who downloaded that got that threat. It doesn't make sense that they just came after me. There were dozens of us that got that TBE." He smiles slowly. "Then sing….cause I don't think you can." Gauntlet thrown.

* * *

"Yes well, I may be something of a coward and I've had a bit too much of real death lately," says Royal. He doesn't pull the hand away until it rests there a moment or two. He clears his throat. "But then, I've been told my whole life what will happen if I lose my birth sleeve." With his free hand, he takes up his glass again. It's emptying rather quickly. "Oh no no. You're just trying to get me to serenade you. I know your game. Surely you found some videos when you researched my life story."

* * *

His jaw tightens and he takes hold of the man's chin. "You are not a coward." He says resolutely. "You might feel like one but you are a GPPI. Someone who investigates into terrible things. Cowards hide under their beds and just let things happen. You are doing something. There is courage in there." He nods his head. "I know. Which is why I've made it a mission…to make sure you grow old in that sleeve. If it's between you or I, I am going down." He gives the man a soft grin. "I saw one of drunken karaoke. If that's how you sing, you can't sing." He chuckles.

* * *

"I investigate puzzles that amuse me," says Royal. He's parroting other peoples' criticisms of him. He's got a very deliberate amount of stubble on his chin that is softer than it looks, likely due to an expensive (and intensive) skin care regime. "I am not going to serenade you, no matter how you needle my ego. I'm trying desperately hard not to charm you, but apparently I can't turn this thing off," he motions to himself, then smiles a bit toothily.

* * *

He grips that chin a little harder. "I doubt they are the only jobs you take." He is firm. "Even if that were true… just this puzzle alone makes you brave. Real death is scary as shit." He shakes that chin a little. "And you are investigating. Without hesitation." He grins a little. "You charmed me but my looking at me but I grew to respect you by speaking with you." He releases the other man's chin and then lightly pats his hip. "You are not giving yourself enough credit, handsome." He moves back over to the sushi and sits down. He eats a few more sixers before lifting his arms. He's almost gone through half of the mass amount of sushi on his own.

* * *

"You really do need to slow down on the food. Eating enough for a fast metabolism is one thing, but you're charging through like life is an eating competition." Royal reaches across for one of the containers of rolls, just to save Kagami from himself. "I am truly happy that you're seeming like you're more comfortable in your sleeve. I was worried about you." He picks up one of the pieces with his fingers. Apparently he's not always refined.

* * *

Kagami shakes his head and chuckles. "Since I got this sleeve… I was not eating breakfast, eating a salad for lunch, and then a wrap for dinner which usually had salad and chicken in it." He points to his stomach. "I was so used to counting calories but I was starving. I'm actually filling up. I'm hoping I can fill up the tank and …" He belches and stares at Royal. "Jesus…woah. Sorry. Anyways, I'm hoping to fill the tank and be careful not to empty it again. I think I'm there." He rubs his stomach and takes a sip of the drink he was given. He lifts a brow. "Worried about me? Real… Do you not know how to eat with chopsticks?"

* * *

Royal actually laughs a bit at the burp. He pops another piece into his mouth. "Well, hopefully that means tomorrow you'll be eating a normal amount for a twenty-one year old with a high metabolism and not someone coming off a fast." He reaches for the third piece and then twiddles his fingers. "I am English royalty. I know the proper manner of dress for sixteen different scenarios. I know what all the fancy forks and knives are for, and proper manners of address for all forms of aristocracy. I know what coats of arms mean. But no, I do not know how to use chopsticks." He scissors his fingers. "And yes, I was worried about you. I thought you were going to give yourself frag."

* * *

Kagami grabs a set of chop sticks and walks over to Royal. "Yeah I should be. Been eating like this for a day and a half. Break them by pulling them apart. If it's clean, you did good." He chuckles. He puts his own chopsticks in his fingers. "First, place the one stick against the ring finger with it's end cradled into the curve of the thumb and pointer… Like this." He shows him. "Second, hold the second one about a third of the way down held by your thumb and pointer finger and have it rest on your pointer finger knuckle. The key to chopsticks is you only move one." He gestures as he moves the top one towards the bottom one. "That's the grip." He points out to the other. "Try it on air first before you pick up a piece." He watches Royal carefully.

* * *

It starts off as a failure. Royal pulls the chopsticks apart and one ends up with a big chunk, the other with a pointy shard of wood. "We live in a world where we can change bodies, yet this happens with chopsticks." He eyes it, then attempts to follow the rest of the instructions. He's gripping everything too hard, trying to move both. "This is impossible." The two ends move, missing each other entirely. He drops one. "Blast."

* * *

Kag lightly pets his cheek, bending over and grabbing the one off the floor. He takes the other piece from Royal before grabbing another set and breaking it perfectly. He places them in the man's hand and shows him how to move. "Gentle. Just enough to grip and lift. If you hold too hard, it will slip out of your hands." He takes his chopsticks and picks up a piece of rice and holds it between the two sticks.

* * *

Royal struggles with it a few moments longer until he gets something approximating the right form. He looks at Kagami's hand, at his own, and tries to mimic it. Then he tries for a piece of sushi, but the pieces slide over each other. "At this rate," he drawls, "I'm going to starve."

* * *

Kag grins a little and carefully puts the piece of rice on top of the sushi that's slipping. He takes Royal's hand and shows how he should pick up the roll, on the sides. He slides the sticks into place and applies the lightest pressure. "Now lift it, keeping that pressure." He withdraws his hand and watches carefully.

* * *

Royal does as he's told. He gets the piece up. It's almot to his lips when his grip starts to fail, so he leans in quickly. It his his lips and falls out of the chopsticks, but he gets his other hand up just in tome to shove it the rest of the way in. With his mouth full he declares, "Totally counts."

* * *

Kag smiles. "Absolutely. Practice though." He pats the man's shoulder and moves back over to the table. "It will take a while to get good." He takes a seat and then finally speaks. "I won't frag. I refuse too." He grins a little and sighs. "You don't need to worry about me. I adapt well. Now you… I worry about you. Who tells you these awful things about yourself?"

* * *

Hand needs to stay up to mouth for a moment, otherwise Royal would very impolitely dribble bits of rice out of his mouth. He then reaches for a napkin to wipe off his fingers and re-take his drink. "The tabloids. My family. Royal protocol officers. The other members of the GPPI. Some of them are bound to be right." He shrugs, sips. "But to be absolutely fair, I was quite wild for quite a long time. And then I was criticized, and I did my best to straighten up. I was told I was too…" he rolls his wrist, "…vain, overdressed. Fey, even. So I hit that…" he motions up to the gym. "Clipped my hair short. Got engaged. Tried to be something else. But it didn't last long. Big biceps are sexy but they're shit for the lines of a good suit."

* * *

He sighs. "Tabloids lie. Your family knows what you show them. RPO's are dicks. GPPI are… frustrating. They could be right." He nods his head. "You are vain and overdressed but that doesn't define who you are." He points at Royal. "You define that. If you didn't want to be engaged or buff, you don't have to be. Those are outside forces. Who you are inside… in that DHF… that's who you are." He stands and walks back over to Royal. He turns his back to him and bows his head forward, touching the scar where the stack is. "This holds all of us. Who we are and what we will be." He turns around and looks at Royal. "Only you know that deep in your soul. No one should influence that. Not your family or friends. You." He lightly pokes the man's chest.

* * *

"As I've said before, that's not the message I've been given my whole life. So much is tied to this," Royal motions to his face, "And the blood in my veins. I am, in effect, tossed out of my own family the day I am resleeved. Do you know, I've never been in another sleeve even once? Not recreationally. Not for needlecasting. Because I'm terrified something will happen to my sleeve when I'm not in it. And I'll lose part of myself." He smiles tightly, sadly. "As flawed as that self is."

* * *

Kag nods his head. "I am going to be honest with you, Royal." He lifts his eyes and looks into those brown ones. "Your body is important. You are royalty. That being said, if you lose it, you are still you. You might be minus that family but I will be here. You choose your true family, the ones that will stick with you through all resleeving." He grins. "Don't be afraid of what might happen or could. If it's going to it will. You have to be right with that. You will lose your body and your royal family. You will not lose yourself or the family you make for yourself." He lifts his hands and gentle brushes his fingers over the man's cheekbones. "I would still care for you if you were in a giant woman named Birtha." He tries to grin reassuringly.

* * *

"Yes because let's be honest, I could make any sleeve look sexy with a little work," says Royal. There's the deflection, the bravado when things get a bit personal. "I continue to not understand why you're sticking about, other than pure stubbornness and a libido you don't quite have a handle on."

* * *

Kag nods his head. "You made my sleeve look amazing." He keeps moving his hands slowly down the man's neck to his chest. "Perhaps I see something in you that you don't quite see in yourself." He lifts his eyes. "Oh sure…blame the libido. If that were the case, I would have fucked the synth that looked like you but I didn't." He shakes his head. "I see someone who uses humor to hide, someone who can be open but is more afraid of what the other person would think, someone who is caring, brave, can hold his liquor. I see so much in you."

* * *

Royal doesn't back away, but he doesn't return the contact either. He starts to relax, but there's clear tension that returns at 'synth who looked like you.' "Wait…what?" Clearly that discomforts him. He did just say much of his identity is tied up in his appearance, after all. "Impersonating a member of the royal family. That's a high crime." He tries to pass that off as a joke, but his lips flutter awkwardly. He backs up after a moment, then reaches for his drink. He drains the rest of it.

* * *

Kag nods his head. "I went to the houses, on your dime." He squeezes that in there. "When I was speaking to the synth in private, I mentioned how I liked you but you will never like me like that." He turns and moves to the counter and takes a seat. "Her answer was to change into you and I … was put off by that. If ever I was going to be with you, it would be you. Not a knock off." He looks down at the counter. "So I told her to change back and then took her out to dinner." He points. "I guess I committed high crime." He sips his drink and doesn't look up.

* * *

"Well, I'm glad you gave the Houses a try. They can be…" Royal bites the edge of his lip, "…when I go there, I tend to just talk to the staff as much, if not more than other activities. There are people there who are both thoughtful and wise." He reaches for the bottle to top up his drink. He offers it out to Kagami. Then he goes silent and twists the cut crystal glass around on the table. The overhead lights make it sparkle and dance off the caramel liquid.

* * *

Kag nods his head. "I talked to a cross sleeved synth and then I took her out to dinner. I didn't have sex." He shrugs his shoulders. He slides his glass over and lifts his eyes to Royal. He watches him carefully and will take his glass back when it has more. "Though on my way home, a big dude with a gut called me a twink and said he could put my ass to use. I have a feeling that was sexual. Might take him up on it." He sips his drink.

* * *

"If you did, that would have been your business," says Royal as he finishes filling the glass. He then takes a moment to look at Kagami, thoughtfully. "You seem nearly like a different person from when we met. You were a bit like a wounded bird buried in a towel. Now I feel as if you're having some kind of sexual awakening."

* * *

Kag lifts his eyes. "You don't know a lot about me…so let me educate you a little." He keeps his eyes down. "I had a total of two boyfriends in my life. My first one who left me because I wasn't touchy enough. The second one, I thought we were going to get married. He proposed and on my wedding day another woman was there in a wedding dress." He takes a deep breath. "I was … his second choice if his first didn't show up. I was good ol'faithful. He knew I'd be there but he wasn't positive about her. He married her. They have a kid now and are happy." He takes a sip of his drink. "He is a police officer. He was the one that called me out to the field. Lamb to the slaughter. He didn't think my parents had enough to resleeve me but he was wrong. He was trying to bury his guilt." He finishes his drink. "Now my parents can't even look at me so I am on my own. Learning what feeling really is. I gained twelve years back and to hell if I'm not going to enjoy them."

* * *

"I'd say you might have some bad taste in men," says Royal with a bit of a sad smile. He reaches up to set a hand on the curve of Kagami's neck. "Because here you are, attracted to a man who has never been faithful to anyone in his entire life. A man who could never marry you, and even if he could that would involve a shift to being in public life and a perpetual invasion of privacy, including a whole host of pain in the arse duties and obligations for little gain. Not to mention scrutiny, backbiting and gossip. Need I go on?" He smiles, but it's a hollow sort of expression. "I am a man who has absolutely had two dates to the same event without telling them. So this is why I resist your affections, my dear. Because what you need and what I have to give are worlds apart."

* * *

Kag is warm to the touch and he grins slowly. "Go on." He speaks softly. "I'm too young to be looking for a relationship or marriage." He grins warmly lifting his hands to the other man's face. "What I need is a friend who I can call to have safe private moments with." He speaks softly. "I believe the hip children are calling it friends with benefits." He chuckles. "There would be nothing to cheat on, just a mutual respect for both of us and a knowledge that it's not forever, you sir one day need to get married to a proper lady and make babies." He shakes his head. "I want to be here for your needs and that would make me very happy."

* * *

"Yes, that's the other problem. I'm still very much expected to…breed," the word drawls out of Royal's mouth distastfully. But it's followed with a chuckle. "So, along with this new sleeve, you've decided on a new outlook to sex and relationships, hmm? What brought you to this desire?" Then, "If I were to consider this, and I'm not saying yes…" he lifts a finger, "…you'd need to promise me you'd resist any and all deeper attachments. And jealousy is strictly forbidden. From both of us."

* * *

Kag nods his head. "Yes breeding." He chuckles. "I kind of decided when I died because I was still in love with a guy who killed me." He clears his throat. "Relationships don't work out for me. I end up getting killed and I'm not about that life." He jokes a little before being serious. "There is sex, love, relationships, and so much in between. I've explored one of those. One got me in trouble. I want to explore me and someone else…maybe another." He looks right into Royal's eyes. "I cannot promise you that I won't fall in love with you but what I can promise is I will not be jealous. I will not keep you to myself. I will let you go if you ask me too." He points out. "Sometimes love is good. It means you look out for the other person more than yourself. So I know what you have to do in the future and honestly, I don't care who you do in the future or have done in the past. As long as it's safe with consenting adults."

* * *

"You say that, but I've come to realize that people are better with the idea in theory than in practice. When Amelia caught me cheating, she was surprisingly accepting. She said she knew my reputation, and that she could tolerate it as long as I treated her with respect. Which I did. I never brought it home. I never flaunted it. I kept it away from the cameras as best I could so as not to embarrass her. But…when she got sick, I took it as a chance to end it even though she was nothing but kind and accommodating to my many vices." Royal tilts up his chin. "See, that's what loving me gets you. So I would strongly advise you resisting that with everything you possibly can." His hand flexes against Kagami's neck. Then he takes in a breath. "Think on this carefully. All right? We have a friendship now, and it could very easily be spoiled." He drops his hand.

* * *

He takes Royal's hand as it drops and lifts it to his lips. He kisses it softly before putting it to his cheek. "I bet she understood. It's you who feels guilt." He shakes his head and grins. "Royal, I don't need you to love me. You probably never will and that's okay. If I love you, I do what's best for you so if you break it off and run away, as long as you are happy with it, I'm okay with it." He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "We will always be friends. Hell I could direct you to some fine tail." He chuckles and lightly pat's Royal's stomach. "I am not a jealous person. I want what's best for you. At all times, your grace. You might get summoned for a booty call but it's up to you to answer. I have batteries at home, you don't have to answer. Just like I might not answer because sushi or hamburgers or batteries." He chuckles and looks into Royal's eyes. "We won't ruin our friendship. Glorious fucking just adds to it for as long as you want."

* * *

Royal smiles a little sadly. "You're so optimistic," he murmurs. Then he lifts a hand to finger through the other's hair. "I still want you to think on it. I still need to think on it. If there's one thing I've learned as I get older, is a little time and perspective and a chance not to act rashly never hurts." He pauses, then mutters, "Good lord that must mean I'm getting old. That sounds far too reasonable and not-rash. Hardly like me at all."

* * *

He gets up to his tippy toes and whispers. "I'm still friends with the man who lead me to my death." He leans into the hair playing. "I'm pretty sure fucking isn't going to ruin our friendship but sure, I will think about it." He brushes his hands over the man's chest and sighs quietly. "What I would do to you…" He growls a little before chuckling and nodding. "You are growing up." He smiles so brightly. "Obviously it is you though because your doing it. I'm so proud of you." He smooths out the shirt before he lifts his hands and cups the man's face again, kissing his cheek and then jaw. He steps back and nods. "By the way, the rest of the sushi is yours and where is my take out container I gave you? Hmm?"

* * *

"I'm a man who has made most of his worst mistakes very publicly. Over the years, I've learned to reel myself back in when I'm toeing up to the edge. Or at least lead things to a more private venue." As for that admission? Royal slowly shakes his head. "That's…impressive. I'd probably break his nose if I met him. And hurt my hand in the process. But still. Break his nose." He makes a fist and mimes a punch, and clucks his tongue.

As for the takeout container? "Probably…still dirty in the dishwasher. Sorry, I well, I don't eat at home much. I either eat out or eat a protein bar."

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Kagami nods his head and grins. "I know you have and you are trying to change and that's admirable." Though at punching the man he chuckles. "He's not worth hurting your hand. High five him in the face with a chair. I won't even tell him it's coming." He chuckles and shakes his head. "He's a dick but he's still my friend and ex fiance. I am … probably a person you aren't used too. I am loyal and loving and positive and if sex doesn't work out, I'm still loyal, and loving, and positive." He chuckles and waves his hand. "I'll get it. Wait…" He turns and heads for the dishwasher. "You are trying to remain pretty in your suits and you eat out a lot? Oh handsome, you need good home cooking and then you can literally eat anything. A vegetable stir fry or some spiced chicken thighs." He pulls out the container and starts washing it.

* * *

"I actually have a fairly strict diet, and a regime for my exercise. I've got too much invested in my wardrobe for everything to start fitting poorly. And everything is tailored with laser precision, so there isn't much room for variance. I just know my spots for reasonable food." For someone who seems like a bit of a wastrel and a socialite, Royal is actually quite disciplined. Then again, he has a doctorate in history, and that sort of thing doesn't come easily, even for someone who is bright. "I leave some allowance for the occasional caloric overload, like at some fancy event I've got to attend." He wanders into the kitchen. "I'm sorry about the container. You shouldn't have to come over here and wash dishes."

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Kagami grins. "I will have to pick your brain for a good diet. I'm actually full right now which is a blessing. Hunger pains suck. But I want to be beefier." He gets a little soap and puts it on the cloth and keeps cleaning the dish and it ends up being dishes. "I don't have a dish washer so for me this is normal." He waves his hand. "Don't worry about it. Honestly, though you should decorate a little so it looks less like a place to sleep and more like a home. So when you invite people over for tea or sex or both they won't feel out of place." He finishes the dishes, wrings out the cloth and starts wiping down the counters. "My house isn't that decorated but it's decorated just enough. I would say I know someone to help but I don't. I could search for someone but again, I don't know your styling tastes, other than clothes." He's onto the island.

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Royal reaches out to take the cloth from Kagami. "I don't spend a lot of time back here. Just to sleep. Honestly, I don't much like being alone. Even when I'm doing my work, I tend to take it out into the city if I possibly can." He tries to tug the cloth away. "Don't worry about cleaning. Please. I do have a service who comes about to tidy up the minimal mess I make."