shallow greeting
{Jui and Bou}
{Downtown}
{Rated PG}
Ugly. Cute. Ugly. Ugly. Fuck ugly.
A quiet sigh and the tiny blonde boy shoved clothing back on the racks where it would surely rot away because only people over seventy and on some form of LSD would wear.
...
And then only maybe.
"Why does this store fucking suck so bad?" A frustrated sound before Bou was turning, letting eyes rove over people and merchandise.
Jui glanced up from admiring the hideousness of some shirt he'd found hanging in the clearance aisle, amused by the oppressively deep voice coming from the-
...boy?
girl?
standing two feet away from him. The epitome of androgyny, it seemed- cute androgyny. Interesting in its own way, but not in any way that mattered.
"The designers have shitty taste, obviously." And that was why he had gone there in the first place- to make fun of everything. For such a busy person he sure had a lot of time to do pointless shit.
Startled eyes fell on the other tinytiny brunette, even though he was just a bit larger than Bou himself.
"It's a wonder they are still in buisness." Hopefully... They weren't.
Eyes fell to what the other was holding, and an eyebrow was raised in near disbelief. "You don't honestly like that... Right?"
A smirk from the young idol. "Of course I don't. I was just admiring how amazingly hideous it is." Along with everything else in that store. Gross and cheaply made. For hobos who wanted to be fashionable. Even homeless Riku had had better clothes than that and he'd probably dug them out of a dumpster. Mean, but true.
"It's a waste of cheap fabric. There's better stuff at Jusco."
A mockingly sad sigh before the shirt was hung up again.
Jusco's? When was the last time he had been there?
Even if it really should have been his all time favorite store, if only for the fact that it would stop him from being broke. But it wasn' really his fault the expensive stores had cooler stuff and tasiter food.
"Trash needs to wear something I guess..." More trash.
Ouch. Kid certainly didn't hold back in front of strangers. It was almost amusing enough for Jui not to care that he hadn't been recognized.
Almost.
"That's not nice at all." But the look on his face made it clear that he really didn't care. "Some people are more than willing to spend loads on this stuff. It's all a matter of bad taste."
But the blonde only gave a shrug, half hearted smile tilting his lips. Sometimes he really needed to watch his mouth, learn a little fucking tact.
But the other didn't seem to care, so why the hell bother?
"Thankfully, neither of us are those people."
"No, of course not." Jui in particular could not afford to fail at fashion- though even if he weren't in magazines and on peoples' televisions this shit would still be offensive. Then again, he was fucking judgemental and he knew it- and considered it a good thing, of course.
"Most people aren't. Just drug addicts and fat women trying to relive their youth."
...But he really wasn't supposed to say shit like that in public, was he? Lord knew what would happen if someone heard. Oops. Oh, well.
But the blonde hardly seemed to care, only shrugged in response before shooting the eyesore that barely passed for clothing one last disdainful glance before slipping out and around the racks.
"Waste of time if you ask me..."
Then again, there were a hell of a lot of things in this world that were a waste of time.
Waste of time? "Yeah, I guess..." Jui just shrugged his thin shoulders, no longer interested in the sea of ugly surrounding him.
"So..."
A small smile.
"What's your name?" This guy was interesting- to a degree, at least. Not as funny as Jun so far, but very few people were.
"Bou." No need to give his real name, because he could guess for certian that the other wouldn't return the curtesy even if had given it.
Eyes glanced back, this person looked familiar, but not familiar enough for the blonde to really care all that much.
"Want to get lunch or something?"
He didn't return the question? Jui wasn't sure if he should be insulted or amused- or perhaps Bou already knew who he was. No matter, because Bou had just offered the thing Jui liked least. Lunch.
"No thank you. I'm not hungry." Such lies. "But if you are I can... go with you?" And drink a bottle of water and feel oh so superior for his willpower as he always did.
A quick shrug, because truth be told, he wasn't all that hungry himself, or so he told himself. He had really been wandering around the mall hoping against hope that he could find a new job, and he couldn't really afford to spend the little money he had left on food.
"It's fine... What's your name anyway?"
Most people would have just given their name in response, question or no, the fact that the other hadn't, meant he thought he was too damn important, or he was well known.
So he didn't know. How disappointing. Perhaps little Bou-chan just wasn't the type to keep up with idols? Oh, well; Jui was always disappointed to miss a stroke of his ego nonetheless.
"Ayukawa Jui. Nice to meet you, Bou-san."
Or at least he was assuming so.
"Likewise." He was oh so sure.
Not.
Maybe he needed to stop being so fucking cynical and anti-social. At this rate he was liable to end up like Reita. And that could hardly be considered good.
"We can go get something to drink..." He guessed.
"Yeah. There's a little cafe up the street..." where he'd met Intetsu, where he'd... face planted right into the table. Perhaps not. "Actually, that place is shit. The one on the other side is better."
Hopefully Bou wasn't too familiar with the Akachou shopping center- not enough to realize that both places were exactly the same, anyway. Oh, well.Maybe he'd just think Jui was an egotistical little brat or something. That was fine with him.
A quick shrug, because Bou didn't really care either way, and didn't really know if they were the same or not.
"Alright, that sounds fine..."
Maybe he could apply for a job there. Because he really needed to get one soon.
Thank God. Jui smiled as falsely as he always did and led the way towards the coffee shop. It would take about ten minutes- and that was okay, except it was a little chilly outside.
...When wasn't it chilly for him? Some people were walking around without jackets but he was sincerely discontent. Oh, well.
"So... are you new to this city?" If you are, you've made a big mistake.
"Nah. I grew up here." Out on the outskirts of the city, at least for a little while. At least until he had helped to fuck up a parents perfect world.
"Dunno where I'm going to live soon." A huffed sigh, but he didn't stop, didn't care if the other listened or cared or not. "I need to get a new job before I get evicted."
"Damn, that sucks." Jui's voice lacked the sympathy he'd intended; perhaps he was getting a little too comfortable around this guy. "Well, they're always hiring at Jusco. You know, if you don't mind the smell."
...God, he was a snob. How funny.
"There might be some positions opening here too now that school is getting out." Thank God.
"Fuck no." If there was one place he wouldn't work, it was Jusco's.
He didn't exactly have a reason why, but to him,working in some big monopoly chain equated to working in a resturant. It sucked all around.
A sharp laugh. "All right, then." Jui peered over at the small boy. He was cute- not in the same way as Jui was, but... he'd look damn good in a dress.
Which may or may not be a misfortune, but... whatever.
"Y'know, I work at a modelling agency. They might like you. You should show up there someday and if you should meet Morikawa Shun tell him I sent you." Like it would mean much, but it sure was fun to say.
A model? Reita had said he was pretty enough... Though he wasn't quite sure how he felt about being dressed up to look even more like a woman...
Not that he actively tried to stop himself from looking like one.
"Alright... I guess I could do that." Easier to pose for the lechers or the world than to suck their cock.
A small smirk. "You'd fit right in with our little lolita girls, if you don't mind me saying." A backhanded compliment, because that was some kind of versatility. Jui wasn't sure how he'd look in one of those poofy dresses, but he wasn't sure he wanted to find out.
Like, ever.
"What's your number? I'll text you the address."
Pale skin scrunched up as Bou tried to remember just what the hell his number was. But it wasn't exactly like he called it on a regular basis... Or at all really.
A twitch of lips and the blonde rattled off the number before finally shoving his way into a small cafe, it had taken forever to even get there.
Jui recorded the blonde's number, making a mental note to text him once he actually had access to the exact address again. He slid into a seat and looked around.
Practically empty. What a shame; he liked people, except when they all witnessed him passing out in the middle of a public place. Oh, well.
"Get whatever you want. I'll pay." Living with Riku had made him naturally generous to people who were evidently poor as dirt.
Bou could only stare in suprise, not at all used to someone being even just a little generous.
"Thanks..." Akward, but he wouldn't let it show, wouldn't say no either. In the end he settled on just a smoothie, something that nutrious, but quenching.
"So how much does it generally pay?"
A small shrug. "Depends on how much money you bring in. Everyone's different. I act as well so I get more than a lot of the people there." Which was why he could suddenly afford all this new shit for both himself and Riku. That and his ability to charm peoples' money out of their pockets.
"I'm guessing you have zero experience, so don't expect much in the beginning. Unless you turn out to be a miracle kid." Which was possible. He'd make a damn convincing female, that was for sure.
God, how he wished he could be a miracle kid. At least enough of one to pay back Reita and pay off his rent...
"Here's hoping..." Maybe he would be able to weasle his way into more than just modeling, though he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to pass for female in anything spoken.
"Indeed."
Jui took a sip from the bottle of water he'd bought, fighting the urge to smirk as he thought of how he'd become successful so quickly. He definitely wouldn't disclose that to anyone, especially a stranger. Not even Riku.
"I better go. I've got to get to work in an hour and it takes a while to get there. I'll text you the address and my boss's office number. Kay? Good luck, then."
{Downtown}
{Rated PG}
Ugly. Cute. Ugly. Ugly. Fuck ugly.
A quiet sigh and the tiny blonde boy shoved clothing back on the racks where it would surely rot away because only people over seventy and on some form of LSD would wear.
...
And then only maybe.
"Why does this store fucking suck so bad?" A frustrated sound before Bou was turning, letting eyes rove over people and merchandise.
Jui glanced up from admiring the hideousness of some shirt he'd found hanging in the clearance aisle, amused by the oppressively deep voice coming from the-
...boy?
girl?
standing two feet away from him. The epitome of androgyny, it seemed- cute androgyny. Interesting in its own way, but not in any way that mattered.
"The designers have shitty taste, obviously." And that was why he had gone there in the first place- to make fun of everything. For such a busy person he sure had a lot of time to do pointless shit.
Startled eyes fell on the other tinytiny brunette, even though he was just a bit larger than Bou himself.
"It's a wonder they are still in buisness." Hopefully... They weren't.
Eyes fell to what the other was holding, and an eyebrow was raised in near disbelief. "You don't honestly like that... Right?"
A smirk from the young idol. "Of course I don't. I was just admiring how amazingly hideous it is." Along with everything else in that store. Gross and cheaply made. For hobos who wanted to be fashionable. Even homeless Riku had had better clothes than that and he'd probably dug them out of a dumpster. Mean, but true.
"It's a waste of cheap fabric. There's better stuff at Jusco."
A mockingly sad sigh before the shirt was hung up again.
Jusco's? When was the last time he had been there?
Even if it really should have been his all time favorite store, if only for the fact that it would stop him from being broke. But it wasn' really his fault the expensive stores had cooler stuff and tasiter food.
"Trash needs to wear something I guess..." More trash.
Ouch. Kid certainly didn't hold back in front of strangers. It was almost amusing enough for Jui not to care that he hadn't been recognized.
Almost.
"That's not nice at all." But the look on his face made it clear that he really didn't care. "Some people are more than willing to spend loads on this stuff. It's all a matter of bad taste."
But the blonde only gave a shrug, half hearted smile tilting his lips. Sometimes he really needed to watch his mouth, learn a little fucking tact.
But the other didn't seem to care, so why the hell bother?
"Thankfully, neither of us are those people."
"No, of course not." Jui in particular could not afford to fail at fashion- though even if he weren't in magazines and on peoples' televisions this shit would still be offensive. Then again, he was fucking judgemental and he knew it- and considered it a good thing, of course.
"Most people aren't. Just drug addicts and fat women trying to relive their youth."
...But he really wasn't supposed to say shit like that in public, was he? Lord knew what would happen if someone heard. Oops. Oh, well.
But the blonde hardly seemed to care, only shrugged in response before shooting the eyesore that barely passed for clothing one last disdainful glance before slipping out and around the racks.
"Waste of time if you ask me..."
Then again, there were a hell of a lot of things in this world that were a waste of time.
Waste of time? "Yeah, I guess..." Jui just shrugged his thin shoulders, no longer interested in the sea of ugly surrounding him.
"So..."
A small smile.
"What's your name?" This guy was interesting- to a degree, at least. Not as funny as Jun so far, but very few people were.
"Bou." No need to give his real name, because he could guess for certian that the other wouldn't return the curtesy even if had given it.
Eyes glanced back, this person looked familiar, but not familiar enough for the blonde to really care all that much.
"Want to get lunch or something?"
He didn't return the question? Jui wasn't sure if he should be insulted or amused- or perhaps Bou already knew who he was. No matter, because Bou had just offered the thing Jui liked least. Lunch.
"No thank you. I'm not hungry." Such lies. "But if you are I can... go with you?" And drink a bottle of water and feel oh so superior for his willpower as he always did.
A quick shrug, because truth be told, he wasn't all that hungry himself, or so he told himself. He had really been wandering around the mall hoping against hope that he could find a new job, and he couldn't really afford to spend the little money he had left on food.
"It's fine... What's your name anyway?"
Most people would have just given their name in response, question or no, the fact that the other hadn't, meant he thought he was too damn important, or he was well known.
So he didn't know. How disappointing. Perhaps little Bou-chan just wasn't the type to keep up with idols? Oh, well; Jui was always disappointed to miss a stroke of his ego nonetheless.
"Ayukawa Jui. Nice to meet you, Bou-san."
Or at least he was assuming so.
"Likewise." He was oh so sure.
Not.
Maybe he needed to stop being so fucking cynical and anti-social. At this rate he was liable to end up like Reita. And that could hardly be considered good.
"We can go get something to drink..." He guessed.
"Yeah. There's a little cafe up the street..." where he'd met Intetsu, where he'd... face planted right into the table. Perhaps not. "Actually, that place is shit. The one on the other side is better."
Hopefully Bou wasn't too familiar with the Akachou shopping center- not enough to realize that both places were exactly the same, anyway. Oh, well.Maybe he'd just think Jui was an egotistical little brat or something. That was fine with him.
A quick shrug, because Bou didn't really care either way, and didn't really know if they were the same or not.
"Alright, that sounds fine..."
Maybe he could apply for a job there. Because he really needed to get one soon.
Thank God. Jui smiled as falsely as he always did and led the way towards the coffee shop. It would take about ten minutes- and that was okay, except it was a little chilly outside.
...When wasn't it chilly for him? Some people were walking around without jackets but he was sincerely discontent. Oh, well.
"So... are you new to this city?" If you are, you've made a big mistake.
"Nah. I grew up here." Out on the outskirts of the city, at least for a little while. At least until he had helped to fuck up a parents perfect world.
"Dunno where I'm going to live soon." A huffed sigh, but he didn't stop, didn't care if the other listened or cared or not. "I need to get a new job before I get evicted."
"Damn, that sucks." Jui's voice lacked the sympathy he'd intended; perhaps he was getting a little too comfortable around this guy. "Well, they're always hiring at Jusco. You know, if you don't mind the smell."
...God, he was a snob. How funny.
"There might be some positions opening here too now that school is getting out." Thank God.
"Fuck no." If there was one place he wouldn't work, it was Jusco's.
He didn't exactly have a reason why, but to him,working in some big monopoly chain equated to working in a resturant. It sucked all around.
A sharp laugh. "All right, then." Jui peered over at the small boy. He was cute- not in the same way as Jui was, but... he'd look damn good in a dress.
Which may or may not be a misfortune, but... whatever.
"Y'know, I work at a modelling agency. They might like you. You should show up there someday and if you should meet Morikawa Shun tell him I sent you." Like it would mean much, but it sure was fun to say.
A model? Reita had said he was pretty enough... Though he wasn't quite sure how he felt about being dressed up to look even more like a woman...
Not that he actively tried to stop himself from looking like one.
"Alright... I guess I could do that." Easier to pose for the lechers or the world than to suck their cock.
A small smirk. "You'd fit right in with our little lolita girls, if you don't mind me saying." A backhanded compliment, because that was some kind of versatility. Jui wasn't sure how he'd look in one of those poofy dresses, but he wasn't sure he wanted to find out.
Like, ever.
"What's your number? I'll text you the address."
Pale skin scrunched up as Bou tried to remember just what the hell his number was. But it wasn't exactly like he called it on a regular basis... Or at all really.
A twitch of lips and the blonde rattled off the number before finally shoving his way into a small cafe, it had taken forever to even get there.
Jui recorded the blonde's number, making a mental note to text him once he actually had access to the exact address again. He slid into a seat and looked around.
Practically empty. What a shame; he liked people, except when they all witnessed him passing out in the middle of a public place. Oh, well.
"Get whatever you want. I'll pay." Living with Riku had made him naturally generous to people who were evidently poor as dirt.
Bou could only stare in suprise, not at all used to someone being even just a little generous.
"Thanks..." Akward, but he wouldn't let it show, wouldn't say no either. In the end he settled on just a smoothie, something that nutrious, but quenching.
"So how much does it generally pay?"
A small shrug. "Depends on how much money you bring in. Everyone's different. I act as well so I get more than a lot of the people there." Which was why he could suddenly afford all this new shit for both himself and Riku. That and his ability to charm peoples' money out of their pockets.
"I'm guessing you have zero experience, so don't expect much in the beginning. Unless you turn out to be a miracle kid." Which was possible. He'd make a damn convincing female, that was for sure.
God, how he wished he could be a miracle kid. At least enough of one to pay back Reita and pay off his rent...
"Here's hoping..." Maybe he would be able to weasle his way into more than just modeling, though he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to pass for female in anything spoken.
"Indeed."
Jui took a sip from the bottle of water he'd bought, fighting the urge to smirk as he thought of how he'd become successful so quickly. He definitely wouldn't disclose that to anyone, especially a stranger. Not even Riku.
"I better go. I've got to get to work in an hour and it takes a while to get there. I'll text you the address and my boss's office number. Kay? Good luck, then."