|PMI: Shiraishi and Zaizen
||[Nov. 14th, 2010|04:48 pm]
Shut up and SUCK IT.
Shiraishi Kuranosuke could already tell he was in for an interesting night. He was not even two minutes late, or thereabouts, and yet his appointed companion for the evening's festivities already looked bored out of his skull as he waited in front of the Shibuya restaurant they'd agreed on. Though, Shiraishi had to admit to himself with a bit of a wry grin beneath the thin paper flu mask that shielded his face from the view of potentially clamoring fangirls (and there were a lot more of them ever since he'd taken up music) who no doubt would have made him much more late - he should probably be thankful that his notoriously unforgiving former roommate had elected to wait at all. It wouldn't be the least bit surprising if he arrived, only to find the other man had taken off to do 'something better.'|
Actually, that was probably still a distinct possibility.
As always with Zaizen, he'd just have to try his luck and see. So he raised a hand with a wave of his fingers as greeting, offering a perfunctory "Sorry," that both present knew was hardly sincere, as the man uttering it was so thoroughly convinced that he was worth waiting for. "You get here early?"