[Hiruma is quiet for a long time, a period that seems like hours, but really only stretches a few tense moments. Then...
he grabs Rui by the front of his shirt, tangling his hand into the fabric and pulling him close. He looks him right in the eyes with a stern, but curious expression. Then he does something that is pretty strange for Hiruma... though the recklessness and randomness of it is more fitting than one may expect. He kisses Rui, solidly, squarely on the lips and doesn't pull away for a few moments. He lets go and disengages, then folds his arms onto the counter in front of him and looks away]
Thanks.
[then in a low, dangerous and familiar voice;] You tell anyone, and your bike is scrap.
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he grabs Rui by the front of his shirt, tangling his hand into the fabric and pulling him close. He looks him right in the eyes with a stern, but curious expression. Then he does something that is pretty strange for Hiruma... though the recklessness and randomness of it is more fitting than one may expect. He kisses Rui, solidly, squarely on the lips and doesn't pull away for a few moments. He lets go and disengages, then folds his arms onto the counter in front of him and looks away]
Thanks.
[then in a low, dangerous and familiar voice;] You tell anyone, and your bike is scrap.