Post by Ayumu on Mar 1, 2009 16:14:30 GMT 9
"When she starts saying that you need to wear concealer and make-up to be handsome, you become worried about the whole wanting a daughter rather than a son thing...and I see," Yuuma said with a smile. "So you'll have to come back then, ne? I suppose I can deal with that...although..."
Yuuma frowned, an actual, honest frown because if he did remember correctly, his papa had mentioned something about something happening today. It could have been the package. And wouldn't you know, that his papa had left behind his and Yuuma's mama's cell phones, so they could have a personal day to themselves?
"I may have to sign it, unfortunately. He might need it for the coming week..." Yuuma pouted at this, definitely not wanting the eyecandy called Courier to go away so soon.
He'd wanted to let his eyes feast for a long while, dammit. If asked, he'd have been lying through his teeth to say that he hadn't been effected by how close Courier had come to full on resting against him when the shorter man had gotten on tip-toe and touched his hair. He'd also have been lying if he were to say that he hadn't felt goosebumps run down the back of his head, down his neck and into the souls of his feet from the touch. He'd always liked shorter men, and this was definitely a good looking, attractive and fun short man in front of him. One that he wouldn't mind seeing more of, even if it weren't in a romantic sense.
But he'd be an idiot to deny his very. very interested mindset. Yeah, he'd have to be an idiot, or just outright stupid. And his papa didn't raise either of those. Sometimes, though, he wondered if he'd married one. He sighed deeply at the troublesome aspect of it all, in general.
"Besides...won't you penalized if you don't actually deliver your package?" Yuuma asked, concern in his amber eyes as he stared at Courier. "I don't want you to get into trouble, is all."
Yuuma frowned, an actual, honest frown because if he did remember correctly, his papa had mentioned something about something happening today. It could have been the package. And wouldn't you know, that his papa had left behind his and Yuuma's mama's cell phones, so they could have a personal day to themselves?
"I may have to sign it, unfortunately. He might need it for the coming week..." Yuuma pouted at this, definitely not wanting the eyecandy called Courier to go away so soon.
He'd wanted to let his eyes feast for a long while, dammit. If asked, he'd have been lying through his teeth to say that he hadn't been effected by how close Courier had come to full on resting against him when the shorter man had gotten on tip-toe and touched his hair. He'd also have been lying if he were to say that he hadn't felt goosebumps run down the back of his head, down his neck and into the souls of his feet from the touch. He'd always liked shorter men, and this was definitely a good looking, attractive and fun short man in front of him. One that he wouldn't mind seeing more of, even if it weren't in a romantic sense.
But he'd be an idiot to deny his very. very interested mindset. Yeah, he'd have to be an idiot, or just outright stupid. And his papa didn't raise either of those. Sometimes, though, he wondered if he'd married one. He sighed deeply at the troublesome aspect of it all, in general.
"Besides...won't you penalized if you don't actually deliver your package?" Yuuma asked, concern in his amber eyes as he stared at Courier. "I don't want you to get into trouble, is all."