[LOG] [Thread] A date? [Hibari, Dino] [CLOSED]

[derridamustdie]

WHO: Hibari Kyouya, Dino Cavallone
WHAT: After this and that. AREN'T THEY PRECIOUS?
WHERE: Vongola & Associates office, and later, somewhere nice else~
WHEN: Lunchtime!
RATING: G for now (BECAUSE IT STANDS FOR GAY!)
WARNING(s): Snippy Hibari. Willfully oblivious Dino. Oh, and a liberal amount of possible gay.

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GAAAAAAAAAAAAAY?

[aesthetic_ally]

Said insufferable man is already waiting by the gates, leaning against a sleek, grey Lamborghini Reventon. Dino has always had a taste for expensive sports cars, with this latest acquisition costing him above a million euros. Worth it, really, when his car is one of only twenty produced all over the world.

A few minutes to noon, and he glances at his watch, smiling at the passersby who had given him a second look. People with cars like his never really waited on the sidewalk, he knows, but he shrugs it off.

Kyouya would be coming down anytime soon, and although he knew that he was taking liberties with addressing the man by his first name, Dino couldn't help but tease - there really was something amusing in watching the man's hackles rise in irritation.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

[derridamustdie]

...A sports car, of course, and he honestly wouldn't have expected any less of a rich brat type heading his own company. Hibari paused just a millisecond too long when he reached the gates to give the whole setup (car, Dino, Dino smiling) a disapproving look before rolling his eyes and coming forward.

"Two hours, Cavallone," he mutters, as he takes the front seat. "And I'm smoking in your car."

There was no question in his voice, no asking for permission: simply a statement of fact.

[aesthetic_ally]

Oh, no. No, no. Those are leather seats he was talking about, and this car is practically an extension of his soul. But Dino's pleasant, and he comments. "If you smoke in my car, you're going out for dinner with me this time."

He had stifled a chuckle at Hibari's sour expression when he came out, and something right now, tells him that they were in for quite the interesting ride. The coupe's doors lift fully - even Dino finds this somewhat pretentious, really, but at least it was different - and Dino peers in at him, continuing.

"So I suggest you toss that cigarette pack out."

[derridamustdie]

Dinner? ...Dinner? What in the--

All of that and then some was channeled rather furiously into the Look (capital letter intended) that Hibari sent the man before the latter returned his cigarette case to the inner pocket of his coat.

(He's all anger and irritation and Let's Get This Over With, and he doesn't realize how he's acting exactly the way this one wants him to.)

[derridamustdie]

"I can look any way I want to."

He takes this chance to light up now, since they're not in the car and he sort of needs to channel his frustrations somewhere before he breaks someone's face. Possibly Dino's. Which won't be too good for the company.

[aesthetic_ally]

He laughs lightly and reaches for the iced water, shaking his head amusedly. "If you say so. Smoking's bad for health, you know."

And he says this like driving like a man possessed isn't.

[derridamustdie]

"Better than going out in a ball of flames. With the way you drive," Hibari remarks in a low voice, "I'm surprised you haven't killed yourself yet."

You nearly killed me.

The accusation is in his tone. There's no need to say it.

[aesthetic_ally]

Dino gets it, of course, and he simply taps his fingers against the table top, observing this strange, unfriendly, but still oddly interesting man opposite him.

"Or you?"

[derridamustdie]

"I don't think one has to particularly care about others in order to do one's job properly," Hibari replies (retorts) in a low voice, as he lifts his glass to his lips. He's not a fan of wine, but the occasional glass isn't so bad.

"Also: I thought I told you to stop calling me by my first name."

[aesthetic_ally]

"Well, there's that, too." He concedes affably, noting that Hibari's most probably a man of fine taste. And with quite the emphasis on manners, too.

"Oh, have you?" Of course he knows he had, but Dino still can't quite resist teasing him. "I find Kyouya to be better-sounding."

[derridamustdie]

"It implies familiarity."

He pushes his glass away and turns his attentions towards his food again. He hopes that his tone is enough to draw the line, but something tells him that Dino is the sort of person who deliberately ignores boundaries when it suits him to do so.

[aesthetic_ally]

And ignore boundaries he does, dismissing that with a casual amiableness that one has to learn to get used to. Another poke, another tease just to see what reaction he'd pull out of him.

"Well then, a few more lunch appointments, and we'd be familiar enough, right?"

[derridamustdie]

ANOTHER peculiar answer that didn't quite match up to the image, and then, a brief flash of... something. The tiniest hesitation. Should he ask? Asking, though, would imply that he cared, and he didn't. Not really.

"'Interesting', huh? You make me sound like an experiment."

[aesthetic_ally]

Dino smiles, leaning forward a little, as if relaying a little secret. He's mischievous, perhaps just that little bit playful.

"Maybe you are."

[derridamustdie]

"On what?" Hibari retorts, sounding even more obviously irritated than he already was.

"Your industry must acquaint you with all sorts of types. There's no need to waste my time or yours with this."

[aesthetic_ally]

He laughs, still holding back the answer, unwilling to be fazed by him.

"When you said I had two hours of your time, I was under the impression that I could utilize it any way I wanted. Are you taking that back?"

[derridamustdie]

"I can't let you do that."

He frowns, trying to see past Dino's smile and right at his intentions, whatever they are. Overly suspicious? Maybe. It had kept him in his position for as long as it has.

[aesthetic_ally]

Intentions? There are none, of course - it's a simple lunch, and he waves it off. This man is a rarity, perhaps - hardly anyone would have rejected a free lunch, would they?

"So proud, Kyouya."

[derridamustdie]

"What of it?"

Back to rifling through the wallet again. Now if he could just remember how much the thing cost...

[aesthetic_ally]

"Forget it, it was on me." Dino tells him easily, when the waiter returns. He signs the receipt with a flourish, plucking his card back and slipping it into his pocket.