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"Yes, you can charge it all to the card that is on file," Ichirou responded tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose as the man on the other end of the line repeated what he had just said back to him, but in the form of a question. "Yes, that is fine." Just then there was a knock on Ichirou's office door, and before he could respond, it opened, to reveal his best friend and business partner. "Thank you again. Okay, bye." Ichirou was quick to place the phone onto the receiver and just as quick to run both of his hands over his fatigued face.
"You good?" Dex questioned, moving to the water cooler to fill his water bottle.
"Eh, I've been worse," Ichirou responded flatly. He threw his head back and sighed. "What you doing here? I wasn't expecting to see you until maybe later on tonight." Tonight, they were planning to have a game night over their other friend's house. Ichirou had said he was going to go weeks ago, but that was before everything happened. No one really expected he would show up tonight but his plans hadn't changed.
"Well, I thought I should pop in and check on my homie. Niggas ain't hear from you all week. We thought you might've killed yourself after Aayla embarrassed you in front of those cameras." Dex chuckled at the thought, not of his friend being dead, but because Aayla let him have it. Although Aayla and Ichirou were less than thrilled that cameras were there in one of their most emotionally challenged moments, Dex selfishly loved it. He couldn't help but love drama, especially when it didn't directly involve him.
Ichirou glared at him. "What? You haven't responded to anyone's text for the past week, you should be lucky someone is worrying about you." He teased dropping down into the couch across from Ichirou's desk.
"I'm a big boy, I don't need you to worry about me," Ichirou muttered.
"No adult man calls himself a big boy. Don't do it again." Ichirou couldn't help but chuckle. Dex knew how to cheer him up, even at his lowest moments. That's what true are for, right?
"No but seriously, are you good? You looked like you were about to cry." Ichirou did cry as soon as he was in the car, and he wasn't afraid to admit it and never would be, even if his friends didn't understand it.
"I'm fine," Ichirou stressed. "How's my niece? I heard she's walking now." Dex smiled at the mention of his ten-month-old daughter, Kari. She was a spitting image of her father when he was her age, minus a few features she got from her mother. But either way, she is Dex's pride and joy and he was more than happy to talk about her any chance he had.
"She is." Dex nodded. "She took her first steps a week ago and you would've known that," Ichirou threw his head back. "Had you been answering niggas' texts and calls."
"I was busy."
"I don't think that's true. Stacey said you haven't left your office since Aayla came home."
"Stacey doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about," Ichirou grumbled, making a mental note to curse out the receptionist later on. "And even if I was in here, I've been doing business." Dex frowned.
