Today was Sunday, which was usually a non-work day for most people, but not for you. You had to take more pictures of appointed places, given to you by your Mum and Dad for the company. After that, you'd have to work at the cafe but today, you don't have to as it was being refurbished. It was an exciting event but you felt empty. You had grown accustomed to being at the cafe almost everyday and seeing everyone there upon those days, now that you don't, there was an emptiness that made you feel sickly weightless at the pit of your stomach.
Heaving a sigh, you made the journey home when you felt content with the pictures that you've taken. It was only two in the afternoon but you were ready to just fall onto your bed and sleep. Upon arriving at your suite, you took a slice of bread and spread it over with some (nutella/spreadable cheese/butter/jam) and began nibbling at a corner whilst you looked over the pictures on your high-tech camera, trying to decide which collection of photos to fax. Thinking it was best to just relax a while before worrying about work, you turned on the TV with a film that you were obsessed with and would still stay obsessed with, no matter how many times you watched it.
Scenes that you knew all too well, played upon the flat screen of your TV as you took a moment to look at your phone. You liked to keep it on silent whilst out at work so that you can keep a focused mind and not get disturbed, now that you were just relaxing, you can finally check your phone. Upon turning it on, you found several miscalls from someone of the rental girlfriends association. Feeling guilty that you didn't answer, you called them back.
The signature ring of the phone looped several times before someone picked up, "Hello? This is (Y/N) (L/N), I'm sorry I haven't been able to catch your calls-" you began but was cut off by the lady on the other side of the line.
"That's quite alright! I just wanted to tell you that you have a rented date tomorrow at 1pm. You'll be meeting at the local park, is that alright with you?" you blushed and went into shock for a minute but finally snapped back to reply to the kind lady on the other side of the line.
"Y-Yeah, that's alright with me. Wh-who is it that rented me?" you enquired, listening intently for a response.
"His name is..."
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"Fappymatsu!" called a dark haired man in his twenties, garbed in red. He approached the said male and instantly took interest in what the man had in his hands, "What-cha got there?" it was a flyer, decorated with hearts and cursive writing as it's information, the main colours it had to decorate itself with were various shades of pinks and reds; colours that normally associate with 'love' and 'romance' as well as 'passion'.
"Osomatsu-niisan! Give it back!" the embarrassed male, dressed in lime green overalls pleaded, reaching out to the paper, only to have it be lifted out of his reach by Osomatsu.
"Ooo~ Rental girlfriends huh?" his older brother teased, giving the poor man even more reason to flush in humiliation. It was against his pride to have an advertisement for such a thing but he had been in desperate need to have a feel of what it was like to have an 'intimate other'.
"Stop it! This has nothing to do with you." a rather brawny arm slung itself across his shoulders, pulling his head into a firm chest.
"Oh yes it does! We're brothers." there was a gleam on mischief in Osomatsu's eyes as he stared down at his pink faced brother.
"That's not a good enough excuse! Now give it back!" again, when Choromatsu reached out to the piece of paper, Osomatsu wouldn't let him have it.
"Did you already rent one?" he queried, only to have Choromatsu forcibly struggle out of his grip and stand off in front of him, hands on placed on his hips.
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