Mashiho kept patting the bed as he looked around in boredom. He looked back to Junkyu who was way lost in his work. He pushed his glasses back at intervals as he read through the papers he held
"So" Mashiho said enlongating the finishing
"What time are we leaving?" Mashiho asked and Junkyu looked back facing him.
"Mashiho, this is the hundredth time you're asking this. We're leaving by four"
Mashiho groaned loudly and rolled on the bed. He stopped and sat back up ruffling his hair. "All you've been doing is work" Mashiho mumbled. "I did come here for work so what I'm doing is pretty much right" Junkyu said still typing on his laptop
Mashiho huffed and got out of the bed,
Junkyu watched Mashiho walk around, looking at every detail of the room.
"I don't have any more meetings, if I get to get this done, we leave by ten"
Junkyu said and Mashiho hummed
"I haven't actually asked much about you" Mashiho started and faced Junkyu.
"What company do you work for? You seem really busy like most of the time" Mashiho said and Junkyu arched a brow
"Company I work for?" Junkyu repeated with a teasing smile. "Oh ever heard of Azrael?" Junkyu said and Mashiho confusedly nodded
"You mean the Angel orrr–
"Oh please no" Junkyu said and slightly chuckled making Mashiho smile.
"So, the company you work for is named after the angel of death?" Mashiho arched a brow.
Junkyu leaned out of his seat and looked at Mashiho. "Actually I chose that name because it was the nickname I had in highschool when i was still in my Goth phase" he said smiling. Mashiho's brows even furrowed further
"Why would you choose that name when the company is not even yours" Mashiho asked but Junkyu just smiled at him.
"Wait–something's telling me that you own the company" Mashiho said walking closer
"Yeah, I do own it. How come Usagi never mentioned this to you?" Junkyu muttered and faced the papers he held. Mashiho pulled out a seat and sat in front of him
"Of course, She wouldn't. All she told me was how much money you have, how attractive you are, blah blah blah" Mashiho ended rolling his eyes. Junkyu looked at Mashiho with a look Mashiho couldn't quite comprehend
"What?"
"Why do you speak about your mother with so much...loathe" Junkyu asked and crossed his arms looking at Mashiho seriously.
Mashiho stared at Junkyu not speaking. He chewed on his bottom lip with his brows furrowed. He was tired of giving answers to this exact question because he was tired of receiving the question
"Because that's the only emotion I feel when I think about her" Mashiho said and Junkyu looked at Mashiho shocked.
"Okay one, wrong choice of words, two, if what you said was right you wouldn't be here" Junkyu said pointing at Mashiho.
"I said what I said" Mashiho said looking away from Junkyu. Junkyu scoffed shaking his head. "Only if you know how much your mother talks about you, all I hear from her is you. Her mind revolves around you and she clearly cares about you. So I don't get where this attitude is coming from" Junkyu said looking at Mashiho.
Mashiho chuckled bitterly and looked back at Junkyu. "Now I get why she chose you"
"What do you mean by that?"
"You're so naïve I must say. She has you wrapped round her finger" Mashiho said leaning close to Junkyu. Junkyu arched a brow. "I'm giving you a chance to rephrase your words" Junkyu said and Mashiho could sense he was offended
"Why? I only said the truth. It took me years to understand how manipulative she is, how controlling and self-centered she is. And you've known her for what? Almost a year? Oh please" Mashiho scoffed
