[It's probably wrong to think of Akechi as looking cute in his comparatively formal dress, so self-contained and singular in these ill-fitting surroundings, but that's the first word that comes to Iwai's mind. It stays there right up until Akechi gives him that smile, at which point it's swiftly replaced by his earlier impressions: pretty, and sexy.
His son Kaoru is away on a school trip until the end of the week. Serendipitous timing, but Iwai wasn't sure as the day approached whether he wanted to invite Akechi back there or not. Now, seeing him in person with that glint of interest in his eyes and that little edge to his smile, the decision makes itself.]
My place?
[He doesn't offer any more context than that. Akechi knows enough about him that he'll probably have several questions immediately spring to mind, but Iwai's curious to see if he'll ask them or maintain his discretion.]
Heh, thanks. I wasn't about to brag to anybody who's regularly watchin' live jazz, but I know my way around a guitar. Just takes strong, quick hands, like my work.
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His son Kaoru is away on a school trip until the end of the week. Serendipitous timing, but Iwai wasn't sure as the day approached whether he wanted to invite Akechi back there or not. Now, seeing him in person with that glint of interest in his eyes and that little edge to his smile, the decision makes itself.]
My place?
[He doesn't offer any more context than that. Akechi knows enough about him that he'll probably have several questions immediately spring to mind, but Iwai's curious to see if he'll ask them or maintain his discretion.]
Heh, thanks. I wasn't about to brag to anybody who's regularly watchin' live jazz, but I know my way around a guitar. Just takes strong, quick hands, like my work.