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The kiss was divine, for a simple and short one. Hiro loved the feeling of one's lips against his own, and his kiss with Matsuo was no different. He had been worried, at first, when he got no reaction from the blond male, and didn't know whether or not he should just pull away now. Sexual harassment was not on Hiro's list of things-to-do, and if Matsuo wasn't really a willing participant, which he kind of wasn't from the way he had wanted to get up before, then Hiro was okay with that. Maybe a little sad that he'd have to stop short on his kiss, but he'd still be okay with it. If it distracted Matsuo from his previous problems, even for a few seconds, then Hiro would be satisfied. However, Mat didn't pull away before their kiss had finished. To Hiro's surprise and subconscious-joy, he was responding positively. The hands that were holding onto his sweater, he could feel the warmth from them seeping into his own skin. It reminded Hiro of how Hideki had slid a finger along his sweater before they had kissed, which made Hiro shiver in remembrance. No. No time to think about the lolli-licking waiter. Hiro wanted to pull Mat closer, like he had done with Hideki. He wanted to feel more than just soft lips moving over his own. Hiro wanted to feel more of that warmth, wanted to taste more of Matsuo's skin, like when he almost had his way with Hideki. He wanted to press more kisses on Mat: on his forehead, his hand, his neck, anywhere Hiro could think of and more. He forced himself to be satisfied with just a kiss on the lips. Because of their current position, and time constraints, Hiro couldn't pull Mat closer any closer, nor could he try to shift their position to make themselves more comfortable. It didn't leave him with much, but Hiro had been in situations with even less options for action. The hand that had been cradling Matsuo's cheek moved to the back of his head, to play with the strands of blond hair, as Hiro deepened the kiss. He sucked on his bottom lip gently, but didn't shift his body one inch. Hiro's thigh was still lined up with Matsuo's groin, and if Hiro moved his lower just a little...his brain wouldn't be satisfied with just a kiss anymore. A brave tongue darted out to trace the seams of the soft flesh, while the hand in Matsuo's hair moved down to his neck to rest lightly on the base. Absently, Hiro knew his right wrist was going to hurt like hell when this was all over, from all the pressure Hiro had been putting on it so neither of them would fall down. For now, Hiro didn't care about anything but those lips and that body near his own.

As they pulled away from one another, Hiro noticed how breathless Matsuo was, and smiled. He gave him a sweet look, even though Matsuo couldn't see him with his head looking down, and brushed the few blond locks out of his face. He himself was a little out of breath, but pretty fine over all. As he rubbed the life back into his numbed wrist, Hiro took another once-over at Matsuo from under his eyelashes. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips. He looked satisfyingly debauched, which was more or less the purpose of the kiss in the first place. Hiro couldn't see any traces of the worry that had been evident on his face before. Alright, so Matsuo looked more flustered and breathy than worried anymore. As long as he wasn't wearing that saddening expression from before, Hiro could ignore his conscious, which scolded him for not thinking of a better, unsexual, way of making the boy feel better. Hiro didn't like seeing other people upset, or others lonely. It reminded him of his time in France, on those days and nights when he saw the wandering gazes of the people who hadn't been on the streets enjoying the life. Those people, who just looked like they didn't have enough life themselves to join all the happy people in the streets. Just thinking about it made him sad, which certainly wouldn't do at this moment.

Hiro felt more accomplished and relieved when he saw the small smile on Matsuo's face, which made him smile even more. Well, at least he knew now that Matsuo had enjoyed the kiss as much as Hiro did. He hadn't been very sure whether or not Matsuo had appreciated his kiss, even though the other male had clearly responded positively. Another moment of thinking and eying Mat's form reminded Hiro of himself, back when his and Florence's relationship had been new and fresh. Back then, when he had been 18, fresh out of high school and fairly new to the culinary arts, Hiro didn't know what "promiscuity" and "age-gaps" were. Sure, he had a few flings in high school, but nothing as serious and as deep as his relationship with his cooking instructor. The native Frenchman was 13 years Hiro's senior, after all, and when Florence had first kissed Hiro under the beautiful Eiffel Tower, he had given the head chef to-be an amused smile at the shocked and flushed look on young Hiro's face. From his cooking mentor and ex-lover, Hiro learned about patience, and how to draw people towards you, as Florence had done to Hiro. Looking at Matsuo's breathless face and swollen lips, Hiro could understand now why Florence had smiled so brightly at him that day at the Eiffel Tower. Matsuo looked absolutely delicious.

A familiar voice cut through Hiro's reminiscing and the silence that had fallen over them after Hiro had spoken. Hiro smiled and turned slightly in the direction of the voice. Well, speaking of delicious people! He laughed inwardly while keeping an amused smile on his face as he politely let the other man finish relieving himself. How long had he been there, watching Hiro kiss Matsuo in their previous position? Hiro wasn't opposed to voyeurism, especially if the voyeur in question wanted to join them next time. No argument from Hiro, since he still wanted a yummy piece from the dark-haired male. Though, Hideki must of been very quiet when he first came in, if neither Hiro nor Mat hadn't noticed him until just now. Him and Mat must of really been caught up in the moment, if they had been so oblivious. An eyebrow rose in curiosity, though, when Hiro wondered why Hideki had been quiet in the first place. If it had been anyone else, like a customer, they would have made some noise or said something to make their presence known. Hideki though...maybe he was just looking into the matter too much. The curiosity faded into an innocent 'Oh, really?' look. "Ah~ Mon ami! You should 'ave made yourself known, zen! Matsuo ahnd I could 'ave needed your 'elp...getteeng...euh..." Hiro trailed off to silence as he set his gaze on Matsuo, whose facially expression went from embarrassed to shocked to frightened. Green eyes looked at him with confusion as the bespectacled male started stuttering out an apology. Why was he so...oh. The blond glanced at Hideki, then back at Mat, remembering how his and Hideki's kiss had been interrupted by Matsuo. Hiro hoped to high heaven that Matsuo didn't think him and Hideki were together in any way. They weren't! What Matsuo had saw in the kitchen had been an attempt at some sexual release that had been piling up since he had first seen the black-haired man licking his lollipop. Although, yes, they did agree to meet up after the break for a continuation of their time in the kitchen, that didn't mean they were in a relationship. Besides, Hiro had kissed Matsuo, not the other way around. The half-Frenchman's intentions were, after all, to make Matsuo feel better and take his mind off his worries about his job. Kissing just happened to be something that comforted the other male. Hideki had no reason to be mad, and even if he was, Hiro was sure he would understand the situation if they explained themselves to him.

He winced with guilt as Matsuo started for the door, the guilt and worry shoving any other feelings he had previous felt to the back of his mind when Mat's back collided with the door and sank to the ground. Was he really that shaken over their kiss and it being seen by Hideki? Hiro frowned slightly. Perhaps he should of made sure the bathroom door had been more reinforced before Hiro tried to comfort the other male in the first place. The rational part of his brain blamed the kiss itself, but Hiro steadily ignored that option. Really, Hiro didn't blame any one of them for the now-tense situation; it was simply bad luck that Hideki had walked in on Mat and him in a precarious position. If Hiro had just let Matsuo up and let him walk away with that embarrassed expression he had on before their kiss, the dirty-blond-haired male would of still been upset with himself. Hiro knew he just wouldn't work knowing that Matsuo was still sad. So he had acted upon what he had felt would be the best solution, and it was time to face the unexpected consequences.

Hiro crossed the space between him and Matsuo with ease, knelt down in front of the sitting Matsuo, and gave him a concerned look. Tears. Oh goodness. Were they already back to square one? Hiro didn't like it when people cried in front of him, unless they were crying for joy. In this case, it wasn't. "Do not cry, mon ami, s'il vous plaît. You 'ave cried so much already today," Hiro said with a frown. He pulled the handkerchief he had used before out from his pocket and gently dabbed away the tears running down his cheeks. Another inner sigh, at those sad tears, and Hiro found himself pulling Mat into a hug. His arms wrapped around the megane's own arms, so he couldn't escape, while he laid his own forehead on top of Matsuo's head. Hiro couldn't help but take in the other male's scent, placing a small kiss on his head before moving down to Mat's forehead to place a gentle kiss there. "S'il vous plaît, do not get ze wrong idea. 'e ahnd I, we are not een a lover's relationship. Hideki does not mind zat we kissed, right Hideki?" Hiro said, glancing over at Hideki. He didn't. No, Hideki hadn't sounded like he had any problems when he had announced his presence. Hiro placed gentle kisses on Mat's cheeks, his nose, anywhere but his lips. Apologetic ones along the exposed throat, as Hiro buried his head into the crook of the shorter male's neck. "Ahnd I was ze one to kiss you, which I weell no apologize for." Hiro said, pulling himself away from Mat's shoulder to give him a smile and a small kiss on his forehead to reinforce his statement. He wouldn't take back that kiss. That was done to stop Mat from thinking about his own problems, and maybe for Hiro's satisfaction. However, the priority during that kiss was more Mat that himself.





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In his arms, Mat felt so warm and comforting, or rather Hiro felt more protective and likely to stay next to the shorter male, even though the bathroom had started to get a little...warm. Hiro loosened his tight hold around Mat's shoulders slightly, in fear that he wasn't constricting too much of his movement, only to bury his nose into the dirty blond hair momentarily. He moved his nose slightly downward to rest his head sideways on Mat's head, so Mat's jugular and ear were at eye level. Hiro petted the back of his head sweetly, whispering comforting words in the shell of his ear. From the way Mat had shivered so visibly when Hiro had hugged him and tried comforting him, Hiro could only imagine what kind of embarrassment he was causing the young host. He tried to push down the uprising of guilt, for possibly making things worse for Mat, and focused on the scent of Matsuo. His hair had smelled like clean shampoo, probably some generic, store-bought brand but it smelled nice compared to the rest of the bathroom. Mat's face though, when Hiro had showered it with apologetic kisses only seconds ago, had tasted salty with fresh tears. Tenderly, Hiro pressed another gentle kiss to the side of Mat's head.

Hiro wished he could make Matsuo stop crying, and shivering so...sadly. If someone was acting like this with Hiro, it was because of different, pleasurable reasons. (If only Hiro knew, huh?) Not because of some horrible misunderstanding. Mat's crying made Hiro feel even more bad and guilty for making Mat think him and Hideki were an item, which caused Hiro to place a few more small kissed along his throat and cheeks. Hiro had no clue about what he was really doing to Mat. He was only doing what his own mother did to him when he felt teary-eyed. When he was a child and made such an embarrassment of himself, his mother or grandmother would coo words of comfort in their native French tongue while spoiling him with numerous hugs and kisses. Well, hugs and kisses had made Hiro feel better back then; hell, they still made him feel good now though for entirely different reasons sometimes. He had figured that he'd try the same method his mother had used on Mat. Judging from how much more calmer Mat seemed to be, Hiro thought that he had done the right thing and ceased the kisses as he heard the faucet turn off at the sink.

Hiro watched pleasantly, from his position beside Mat's body, as Hideki smiled at the bespectacled host and wiped a few stray tears from his face. He was glad that Hideki understood, and didn't think there had been something more to when they kissed, back in the kitchen. Hiro hadn't any real physical contact - he shivered when remembered sensations from their kiss pulsed through his body - since before he left France, his last throw with Florence before they broke up. He couldn't even try to hook-up with his roommate after he got back to Japan since 1) he was on an entirely different level of thinking that Hiro and 2) although his drag queen of a roommate had a boyfriend already, Hiro was sure they weren't looking for an addition. So yes. No sex for almost 4 whole months. Hideki and his relationship was purely sexual, in a non-romantic way. It had been sparked by a lollipop, and it was highly unlikely that Hideki was looking for a permanent relationship. Nothing like his relationship with Florence, though his old teacher had been less than serious with their own relationship.

A blond eyebrow rose in curiosity. His accent...wasn't that bad was it? A small pout formed on his features. It wasn't necessarily his fault. He had always had that accent, even as a child since his mother insisted on talking to him only in French. People, male and female alike, thought his accent was exotic and cute, even. Although Hideki wasn't the first person who attempted to mimic his accent, Hiro blinked, looking surprised, when Hideki gave him a sweet kiss on his cheek. So he didn't think his accent was hard to understand or bad. He chuckled. Well thank goodness. It would have been a shot to his pride if he had sex with someone who didn't respect all of him, including his accent. He leaned over to Hideki's ear and whispered, "'ad me worreed for a second zere! Good try zough, weez ze accent." He meant that of course. Hiro had heard his share of mocked and joking versions of his accent. It took a few seconds, but Hiro knew Hideki was just trying to make Mat feel better. Then Hideki had leaned into Mat's personal space like Hiro was doing - had done - and kissed him. Hiro heard one of them moan and didn't know if he should avert his eyes or not. He wasn't much of a voyeur, but it was kind hot to watch them kiss, even if it was a short one.

Hiro beat down the slight disappoint he felt when it ended. He wasn't supposed to feel restless after seeing that display, but it was getting harder and harder to suppress the urge to act on his basic needs for hunger. That moan had been so tempting...Hiro didn't say or do a thing after they parted from their kiss, but as he gently petted the back of Mat's hair after he smacked into it lightly he didn't know if he could really move from his current position. He shifted himself slightly, and groaned inwardly. Was he really getting hard from all this? The heat that was pooling in his groin told him yes, very much and what are you going to do about it? Well, Hiro knew he couldn't stay crouched down next to Mat forever. Maybe if he got up after Mat and Hideki, Hiro could go take care of himself in a urinal or something. Then again, his break with Hideki was fast approaching. Could he really wait that long for release? He smiled curiously at Mat's comment, releasing him from his hold. He was feeling better? What a good thing to hear! Though...Mat's body language didn't tell Hiro that he was okay, he'd take the host's word for it. Hiro watched as the man went to stood up, and stilled himself when he caught a glimpse of Mat's pants.

A heartbeat passed. Then another. Hiro could feel the wheels in his mind turn and felt a familiar smile form on his face. Mat probably didn't mean to give him and Hideki an eyeful of his erection, but now that Hiro had actually seen...proof that he wasn't the only one getting affected by all of this, the situation changed drastically. His brain was telling him to ignore the sight, but his groin told him otherwise. Hiro, and Hideki, should help Mat...right. Helping others is nice, and Mat couldn't go back out into the bakery with a hard-on, could he? Another glance at Mat, who was now curled up against the door (again) and hiding that tent, told Hiro no he couldn't let his fellow coworker out there. Not yet. Hiro's face went from smiling deviously to a calm neutral expression as he reached out to gently pry Mat's arms from around his knees with one hand. The other hand lightly rested on Hideki's knees, the fingertips moving only slightly. "No no, do not apologize. Eet es ze body's natural reaction, so you can not 'elp eet," Hiro said with a smile as he used the hand on Mat to gently push the stray strand of dirty blond hair from the young man's forehead. He shifted himself, so he was on his right knee and hopefully covering his half-hard self. Since Hiro was taller than both men in front of him, Hiro was able to lean his head against Mat's raised leg while still keeping his left hand resting on Hideki's knee without stretching to far. "We could not possibly let you back out zere, een ze bakery, weez zat present. Ahnd I am sure you could not possible wait for zis to go away, not after all zat Hideki ahnd I 'ave put you zrough. So..." The hand that had been resting on Hideki's knee slowly moved upwards towards his inner thigh, lightly touching and rubbing it, but deliberately avoiding Hideki's groin. Hiro looked directly at Hideki as he spoke to Mat. his green eyes staring into brick-colored ones. The expression he was wearing made him look as if he just came out of a wet dream, with half-lidded eyes full of passion and a downright-suggestive smile. "Won't you let us 'elp you weez zis? Eet es ze least we --" Hiro gave Hideki's thigh a light squeeze, Mat's exposed neck a light kiss. "-- can do for you, after makeeng you cry you much." Hiro let the tips of his fingers barely brush against the zipper of Hideki's pants as he planned mentally just how he would get his hands on Mat, if he did choose to cooperate.



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This feeling of hunger, of want, Hiro could feel it building within him. Such a familiar feeling growing inside him, like no dessert or spice in the world could compare to the taste he was craving. So upon seeing Hideki look at him with such a hungry expression, as the other male spoke against Mat's neck, urging the bespectacled blond to let them help with his pants problem, Hiro had to stop himself from just reaching into the dark-haired host's pants and really give him something to look at. He gave the man an amused smile as he felt a hand rest on his cheek, lust thrumming through his blood downwards as the left hand made its way to his thigh. Hideki's finger drew Hiro's attention to Mat's pretty red lips, swollen from all the kissing he had gone through in the past couple minutes. He watched the finger trace a path from Mat's chin, to his abdomen, stopping just at the waistband; Hiro also had his eyes on that teasing tongue of his. The strain in his pants throbbed painfully at the sight of those lips and tongue once more. Memories of their time in the kitchen were brought forward. The feel of dark strands of hair on his fingertips, while Hiro had kissed him. The bone of his hips under his hands, against his own hard-on, when Hiro pulled him closer. That tongue of Hideki's made Hiro want another taste, to feel more than just the pressure of those cherry red lips against his own. That taunting tongue licked those same lips that Hiro desperately wanted. It wasn't a matter of claiming those lips as only his, but to move on from the need and want that hadn't been properly satisfied. These feelings probably wouldn't have been so strong if Mat hadn't accidentally walked in on them and made the two cut their activities short. As much as Hiro hated to admit it, it was partially Mat's fault that Hiro felt so...aroused when he normally wouldn't be. Even if part of the blame was on Hiro's lack of self-control near the wine-eyed host. The hand resting on Mat's thigh moved slightly, squeezing gently as Hiro waited for the proverbial ax to drop, for Mat to respond to their combined come-ons.

When Mat finally responded, with a quiet "Please", Hiro couldn't help but smile even more, There were good intentions to his and Hideki's suggesting to help Mat with his pants problem, despite the fact that their solution involved sex. Hiro didn't want Mat to get in trouble with their manager (though he was sure that Ryo wouldn't mind, and would probably try to "help" Mat too), or be the cause to his embarrassment and let him walk back into the bakery with an obvious erection. Not only that, but it certainly wouldn't look good to for the three of them to just stroll out of the bathroom: himself and Hideki wearing pleased expressions, and Mat with a bashful blush and a tent in his pants. It would've looked too suspicious. After another moment deep in his thoughts, Hiro figured that his prolonged absence was probably already skeptical and suspicious to Keikin, should the Spaniard notice just how long Hiro had been gone for. Hiro was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts, figuratively and literally, when Mat leaned forwards and kissed the surprised chef rather enthusiastically hard. Well, he certainly hadn't expected such a forward action from the blond host, seeing how nervously Mat had reacted when they had tumbled to the ground minutes ago. It was a startling-nice change to see from the bespectacled man, really. Green eyes closed as Hiro returned the kiss with equal force and enthusiasm. The chef moaned softly into the kiss at the fingers weaving into his hair. Though it didn't stimulate him quite as intensely as seeing a nice-looking mouth at work, it had been awhile since he'd been with someone who actually pulled his hair in a situation like this and the blond had forgotten how good it felt. Hiro did take pride at how silken and well-kept his hair was, as well as the fact that he looked pretty damn attractive with long hair. However, he didn't let that pride get in the way of liking the feeling of having someone's fingers in his hair, especially if that someone was participating willingly and enthusiastically. It reminded him, rather sadly, of Florence and how he would just thread his fingers into the chef's hair and tug, to plant love bites on his throat, his collarbone, and even lower...but Florence did like playing with Hiro's hair when they weren't having a lesson or having sex. Hiro brought himself back to reality; now wasn't the time to be reminiscent. Perhaps later, when his flatmate Ranka bugged him about how his day went. For now, there was a problem in someone's pants to be taken care of. Fingertips from the hand that had been resting on Mat's thigh came up to brush against the blond host's cheek, sliding down to rest just above Mat's groin. At Mat's enticing moan, Hiro sucked on the bottom of those red lips sensually, pulling the man closer to him with the intention to deepen their kiss.

However, their kiss couldn't last too long, since there was Hideki's presence (and time) to consider. Again. Hiro gave Mat a small peck on the lips once more before his and hair and him were released from the other blond. A sweet smile graced his features, his eyes expressing his own pleasant feelings. Well, that had been exciting, to say the least. Hiro surveyed Mat's body language as he slowly regained his breath. He didn't think Mat had it in him to make the first move, but he was impressed. From the way Mat acted from the get go, in Hiro's eyes, he seemed very bashful and timid. After eying the young man's form, how nervous and unsure he looked of himself in their current situation, Hiro couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. So cute, really it was. Mat was still himself after all that, so he could only guess that Mat had acted on his instincts fueled by the lustful feelings in the air. Not that Hiro minded the forwardness of the kiss, though it could have been a tad bit longer. However, there was no room for complaints. Hiro took what he got and liked it, since moments like this with Mat would probably be scarce, depending on what happened while the three of them were in the bathroom. As Hiro opened his mouth to tell Mat that he was doing perfectly fine, and that he had nothing else to worry about, the words died in his throat as Mat pulled in Hideki for a kiss. He supposed that he should of seen it coming, since it would only be fair to include Hideki in all of this. Hiro couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at how enthusiastic Mat was as he kissed Hideki. Had they really riled him up this much? A kiss here, a touch there, and kind words were the usual deal with Hiro when he wanted something from others, depending on the person. The Frenchman politely allowed the two men in front of him to make-out and not add himself in, for the moment, in favor of watching them a little longer. Hiro couldn't help but feel curious as to why Mat was trembling as he kissed the lollipop-licking host. Was he still nervous, after going in for another kiss from his fellow host? Hiro thought Mat did a splendid job of kissing him, and hadn't done anything yet to make him (or Hiddeki) stop what they were doing to the other male. Hiro leaned towards the blond host, not taking his hand away from Mat's thigh or the joint connecting Hideki's thigh to his pelvis, and pressed his lips against the shell of his ear to whisper encouraging and gentle words to make him feel less nervous. His Japanese and French blended together as he gently tried to placate the young man. "You are doeeng fine, mon ami...do not be so nervous, s'il vous plaît," Hiro murmured as he kissed a spot under the ear, squeezing his thigh lightly, for emphasis. "'ideki ahnd I weell take good care of you. Promettre." Soft lips moved from under Mat's ear to plant a trail of kisses to his neck, where Hiro could feel Mat's jumping pulse from the jugular vein against his tongue as he licked and nipped at that particular spot tenderly. He smiled slightly against the warm skin if his throat as he lightly massaged Hideki's thigh. If Mat's skin felt nice under his tongue and lips, then Hiro couldn't wait to feel other parts of Mat with his hands. It was time to get down to business.


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Minutes, that had felt like hours, later, Hiro fell back on his haunches, feeling pleasantly lethargic but energized. He panted softly from the rush he had gotten from helping the blond host, with a half-lidded expression of content on his face. Well, hadn't that been fun? Hiro was still half-hard, despite what went down Raising the hand that had been on Mat, Slowly, Hiro licked the rest of the liquid off his fingers one by one. As a chef, he was obligated to savor and taste what he deemed 'appetizing', as well as clean up the mess he and Hideki had made. Besides, it would certainly be a waste not to savor the spoils, after everything Hiro had done to make Mat feel even a tiny bit better. Not that Hiro had really expected any of what had happened in the bathroom to actually...happen. It had been pure luck that Hiro got himself in such an interesting situation in the first place. As he finished licking off the rest of the sticky substance from his hands, Hiro stood from his place on the ground. His legs felt wobbly, and he couldn't blame them after what had just happened between the three of them. So much excitement for one day, and the day wasn't even over yet. The blond chef gave Mat and Hideki a smile before walking over to the sink to properly clean his hands off.

As a chef, Hiro wasn't one to waste anything (and that means anything), but he certainly couldn't cook with hands that had been down someone's pants. He could handle being "pleasant" with the other employees at work, but not when messes weren't cleaned up afterwards. Making sure his hands were soaped, washed and dried thoroughly, Hiro ran a now-clean hand through his light blond locks. He was sure that he was still a bit hard from the activities he and Hideki had done upon Mat, and felt the high from teaming up with Hideki to help Mat find some release slowly ebb away, until he felt his usual pleasant self take the place of his hormone-driven mind. Luckily for Hiro, he could just hide any "suspicious" evidence from his cooks behind his apron until it took care of itself and, hopefully, go away. Hiro gave another smile at Hideki and Mat, before glimpsing himself in the bathroom mirror and chuckling at what he saw. His face was still slightly pinkish from exertion, from all the sounds he had made under Hideki's ministrations, and his lips were swollen from all the kissing and sucking he had been doing in the past few minutes. Hiro certainly looked like he had a very good time, since he was still smiling at his reflection, and Keikin would probably question Hiro's appearance when he finally got back to the kitchen. Speaking of which...Hiro turned to the two hosts and cleared his throat lightly. "Euh...not to sound dense, but what shall we tell somebody eef ze noticed our long disappearance? My cook Keikin, or anybody who went into ze kitchen while I was gone, may ask me what took me so long...," Hiro said with a curious look, seriousness in his tone of voice.



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"If we make it, I won't see how it's broken. "

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Between the time it took for her last text message to be received by her team to the start of the fire inside the club, Two had already called in three large monitors so she could look at more camera shots at a time, doubled the security around her (and the surrounding warehouse), and was already planning any escape routes that would be necessary should anybody need to use them. Two had counted how many fire escapes there were in the club, including the back and front entrances, and calculated the probability of the targeted rudies escaping during their raid. All mundane and rather tedious, but it was how Two did her spy work and it usually got the job done. As she clicked through the different cameras of the club, one of the security guards tapped her on the shoulder and held out her vibrating phone. Two took the phone from the man, nodded him away and flipped the phone open to see who had texted her. She scanned the contents of Adele's message, and nodded silently in agreement. The purpose of the raid didn't include harming any bystanders or innocents, therefore Two understood Adele's concern for lowering the risk of civilian involvement. She had quickly glanced at the monitors before writing a text back to the Frenchwoman.

To: Adele
From: Two
Subject: RE: Infiltration
Message: Affirmative. Our raid does not include harming any civilians, therefore precautions must be taken to ensure their safety. Otherwise, the probability of the raid being successful will decrease phenomenally, as well as the chances of our cover as a rudie gang being blown. I have located several fire exits within Aria, excluding the club's front entrance and delivery entrance in the back. The civilians will probably be escorted out (after running background checks, which I will perform before the raid to ensure that we're not letting any rudies slips by) by these exits after a distraction is initiated. Further details of said distraction will be included momentarily.

After sending the message (and only 10 or so minutes before the actual fire started), Two looked over to one of the monitors and blinked at what she saw. Nero and Kronos, in the VIP lounge. The sight wouldn't of been so surprising if she didn't have to watch them make out like a couple of hormonal teenagers. Two clicked the mouse and tapped a few keys, replaying some of their conversation while, unfortunately, keeping an eye on the two. Sh rather didn't care much for Nero's talking, since it was Kronos's side of the conversation she cared more about. Kronos was the leader of the Trippy Shroomz, and information about her was crucial to not only the raid, but for future reference when XXXX arrested the woman in the, hopefully, distant future. Two couldn't help but feel some disdain for her leader, upon looking back at the couple in the lounge, for his somewhat-betrayl towards their naive coworker, Adele. It was blatantly obvious that Adele hadn't really been in a relationship before, but the least Nero could do was actually break up with the Frenchwoman before schmoozing with Kronos. Everything on the monitors was being recorded on DVDs, which she would copy and send out to the other members on a later hour. It made Two calculate the probability of Adele taking Nero's

On the laptop, which stored the blueprints of the club as well as some important information about the workers of the establishment and Kronos herself, Two recorded the parts of their conversation that held value to their mission while keeping an eye on the other monitors.

"Talking to you"

Thinking my thoughts (or emphasizing a word)

Texting somebody something.





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"You try to multiply your speed by time to get your distance. "
"Ready to attack and take each other down."



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