someone wanted suegiku so here
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Jouno hates polyester, he's decided.
It's coarse, it makes him itch, and it's hot. He doesn't understand why the military is set on making its soldiers suffocate to death with the hell that is their issued uniforms; and why are there so many buttons?
His previous vocation didn't require him to abide by a certain dress code, he could wear whatever he wanted without the amount of hassle he's facing right now.
His lithe fingers fidget with the stiff lapels of his shirt, fingertips tracing over the slits he's supposed to slip the buttons through for the umpteenth time, yet every time he tries, he always misses the mark and gets closer and closer to ripping the shirt.
Didn't they have velcro or something?
This is a pointless endeavour, but it isn't like he has the authority or convenience to just have someone button his shirt up for him anymore (he supposes he does miss the perks that came with being an esteemed criminal), alas, he has to do it himself.
Putting his boots, pants and belt on was no issue, but for some god forsaken reason, his shirt decided to test the fragile lines of his patience today and boy was he feeling it.
He was so busy trying to get the buttons to fit in their accurate slits that he forgot he had someone waiting for him just outside.
Tetcho is a patient man. He doesn't mind waiting for his ill-tempered partner for an extra five or ten minutes—
Except, it's been twenty, and Tetcho is beginning to wonder if the man is ever going to come out or not.
He throws his head back against the concrete wall with a dull thud, turning his head to peek at the door through his lashes behind which Jouno is doing god knows what.
For someone who reprimands even their commander for being tardy, he sure is taking his sweet time. Hell, Tetcho thinks he might as well take a nap right here with how his heavy eyelids threaten to slip shut from his lack of sleep.
He decides that he is going to wait another five minutes, and if Jouno doesn't show any signs of emerging by that time, then he will intervene.
Five minutes pass.
With a sigh, Tetcho pushes himself off the wall and lets his arms fall to his sides from where they were loosely crossed over his chest. With his height, it takes him three steps to reach Jouno's door.
He knocks twice with the crook of his index and middle finger, placing the other hand on his hip where his sword is attached. "Jouno?"
He hears shuffling and muffled speech on the other side like his intervention surprised the person on the other side.
"What?" Jouno answers in a bark.
"We're getting late."
"..." He gets no response and his eyebrows furrow. He assumes Jouno didn't hear him and goes to repeat his reminder.
"I said we're getting—"
"I heard you." Jouno interjects matter-of-factly, of course he did.
Tetcho blinks and scratches the back of his head in confusion, wondering if he has done something to warrant Jouno's attitude first thing today. He decides he hasn't and shifts his weight, hearing a hiss on the other side.
"Are you okay?" Tetcho isn't sure if that's the right question to ask, but it's all he can say when he doesn't know what the man's been doing in there for the past half an hour.
"I'm fine, it's just..." Jouno trails off, voice quietening at the end in hesitation. Tetcho waits in silence for him to continue, "can you come in here for a second?"
This surprises Tetcho, for he pulls his head back and looks left and right to see if there's anyone near him who he may have missed that Jouno may be referring to because Jouno asking Tetcho for his help? As rare as a blue moon.
"Are you sure?" Tetcho asks just in case he's hearing things, making Jouno tut in annoyance from the other side.
"Don't make me ask you twice."
Well then.
Tetcho grabs the handle and slowly pushes the door open, craning his neck to get a look at what exactly Jouno needs help with, and well...
He catches the sight of his side profile from where he's standing next to the coffee table that has his gloves, belt, cape and military issue sword on it placed neatly next to each other. His hair falls gracefully over his face in silky white wisps, veiling the embarrassed frown on his face as he finally drops his hands in defeat upon the arrival of help.
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suegiku my beloved
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