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[justicerebooorn]

 [listen

sometimes you just have a really stressful, UST-filled day with your work partner who just happens to be really, really attractive, and also super into you for sure, but there are Circumstances, okay?, and you can't just, get your fix

so you look into alternate options! safe, non-exploitative, fully consensual adult options. there's no shame in that.





what i'm saying is sometimes you're gotou shintarou, and you hire a really, really, really fancy prostitute to come to your place and take care of business.] 

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[moooneyshot]

[this guy sure is prompt! your doorbell is ringing.]

[justicerebooorn]

[he's so nervous. pulling open the door, still focused on the ground]

Ah—I've never done this sort of thing before—er, you probably hear that often—so—...

[moooneyshot]

[so, the thing is. your partner, who happens to be really, really attractive, is standing outside your door, wearing an extraordinarily uncharacteristic outfit composed of very... very fitted grey slacks and a collared black silk shirt.

he does not look surprised to see you.]

That shouldn't be a problem.

[justicerebooorn]

..................................

[justicerebooorn]

. . .

[justicerebooorn]

[shuts the door.]

[moooneyshot]

...

[he doesn't knock again right away. he's giving you a minute.]

[justicerebooorn]

[opening the door just a crack]

—What are you doing here—? ... I was expecting someone else. I've got company coming.

[moooneyshot]

It's more like you were expecting to be expecting someone else.

[holding out a business card to you very flippantly between two fingers like he's doing a card trick or some bullshit. it's his card from the escort agency, of course.]

[justicerebooorn]

. . .

[tries to hand it back to you]

[moooneyshot]

[well okay he puts it back in his shirt pocket]

...it's fine if you choose to decline the service, but as they will have informed you over the phone, the agency's policy is to charge regardless, so please keep that in mind when you make your decision.

[he says it really glibly, with a smile that is as close to polite as his smiles ever get]

[moooneyshot]

[then makes a scrunchy face as soon as he's done with the script]

It okay if I come in, at least, Gotou-chan?

[justicerebooorn]

[opening the door for you with a really unimpressed face]

[moooneyshot]

[alright good, slipping through]

...

Hi.

[justicerebooorn]

...

[staring at the ground.]

[moooneyshot]

[kicking off his fancy shoes and propelling you toward your own living room, nearly as comfortably as if he were not here for sex]

Come on, come on, let's sit down.

[justicerebooorn]

[he lets you shuffle him only because he doesn't know what else to do]

...

[moooneyshot]

[great okay let's sit on the couch. he gives you a bit of space when he seats himself, at least]

Are you shocked?

[his tone's a little dark]

[justicerebooorn]

[how is one supposed to answer that]

... what do you mean?

[moooneyshot]

[gestures to all of himself with a sweep of a hand]

[justicerebooorn]

By the fact that you own a shirt with buttons? Slightly.

[moooneyshot]

[okay he laughs]

No need for that! It's not really my shirt.

[justicerebooorn]

[he knows that's not what you meant, so he falls silent again]

[moooneyshot]

If you want me to leave, I'll leave. But I'd be happier to give you your money's worth, y'know.

[justicerebooorn]

... the problem isn't you.

—well, no. The problem is you. Was you. ... I was attempting to divert the problem.