[he springs from his chair, probably faster than Jim has ever seen him move, and he's standing next to the man before he realises the rest of the office is staring at him. Plastering on a smile he laughs, adopting his best 'silly me' face]
...there was a mix-up in my schedule, that's all. Somebody---
[glares daggers at Jim]
---told me the wrong date.
tomoya's so happy you care about him having eyecandy :'(
[ Now that Sakurai's looking out into the office, he should be able to see his father isn't anywhere in sight. But having caught his bluff, Jim smiles brightly and claps a hand on his shoulder; there's no way to take what he'd just said back with all these witnesses looking at them. ]
So you are free today! Awesome. [ Jim's grip tightens imperceptibly as he starts to lead Sakurai along towards the exit. ] I love when schedules just fit like this. Don't you?
[of course Sho realises now that his father isn't anywhere to be seen, but Jim would know he's far too proud to admit when he's made a mistake, and so he grudgingly allows the man to lead him across the room, although he does attempt to shake off his hand]
Do you know what I love even more? When jumped-up little shits like you don't try and show me up in front of the whole office.
Interesting. Good thing I report directly to your father then, huh.
[ As they step into the elevator, Jim only lets Sakurai go when he stops squirming. What an annoying little man. ]
He did text me, though, telling me to take you with me today. [ Jim pushes the door close button before he chooses the basement parking level, his hands retreating into the comfortable depths of his pocket after. ] I told him you were too old for a babysitter, but he just wouldn't listen to me.
[Sho clearly doesn't believe him, moving as far away from the annoying little man as far as possible and folding his arms defiantly across his chest. He looks, for all intents and purposes, like a sulky teenager, despite being in his thirties.]
[ Fortunately for Jim, he's not the bluffing type. He pulls his phone out, opens the first text, and then holds it in Sakurai's direction without facing the man himself.
True to his word, there're two short sentences on screen: Jim, take Sho with you to your meeting today. He needs to see how our business deals are made himself. ]
Pretty sure Yamanaka read all the kanji right for me when I asked her what the hard ones were, so.
[Sho's lips draw into a thin line and he tries not to let his anger show, but it's pretty clear that he is furious. To think that his own father would trust this bumbling American over his own son - it's enough to drive him mad.]
Doesn't she have that certificate in Japanese literature? [ Not that Sakurai would know, Jim imagines, but with a brief shift of his gaze to note the other man's displeased expression, he bites his lip lightly before walking through the opening elevator doors. ]
It's not that bad, you know. Sales calls. They don't ever take more than an hour, or at least mine don't.
[Yeah, it's not as though Sho knows - or particularly even cares. His expression sours further, partly from being caught in a lie, partly from Jim's comment about how long the call is likely to take.]
...an hour?
[He apparently doesn't do them very often, if at all.]
[ Unlocking his car, Jim heads straight to the driver's seat, shaking his head as he slips in and waiting for Sakurai to follow. Only then does he follow up with, ] You can go one day without fancy food.
A customer? [ He glances at Sakurai out of the corner of his eye, then backs out of the parking space and goes on. ] That's someone who receives service in exchange for money.
[ He does pass by the new place Sakurai mentioned, though, as they drive along. It says something about a special first lunch, but Jim doesn't really understand the importance of it. ]
[There's a look from Sho at Jim's smart-ass comment, but he decides not to give the man the pleasure of a response. Instead he just stares at the restaurant as they pass and gives an indignant snort of irritation.]
[ Jim is pretty sure restaurants don't just stay open for one meal, but he doesn't tell Sakurai this and tries not to laugh about it instead.
His need to keep up pretences is beyond Jim's realm of comprehension, but he supposes that's what happens when you're the spoiled heir to a giant business.
They get caught in traffic a little past the halfway point to their destination, and Jim lets out a little sigh as he leans back in his seat and absently taps at the steering wheel. ]
jim don't give a shit but his player might 8D IT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER OKAY
[Sho's arms are folded across his chest again and he lets out a sigh of his own, wishing he'd just got a taxi instead of having to be stuck in a car with a man he can't stand. He feels no need to start up a conversation, but he does lean over and turn on the radio, hoping for something to ease his boredom.]
ONE DAY JIM WILL ENJOY SHO'S FACE LIKE THE REST OF US (i do give many shits)
[ Having predicted such an action the moment he knew he'd be riding a car with the boss' son, Jim easily programmed the radio to play nothing but channels dedicated to niche, ambient music, and one news channel for Arabian speakers.
Of course, he shows no sign of it being a pre-meditated thing. He just starts to drive once the traffic starts moving again, enjoying whatever sound Sakurai decides to settle on. ]
[But he can't settle on anything, and that's the problem. None of the music is to his taste, and not speaking Arabic he can't understand a word of the news channel, so he cycles through every single one once, twice, three times...]
Is this thing broken?
[And he starts to fiddle with the dials and buttons]
the day jim says "you look cute today sakurai" sho's going to think he's high
[ The corner of his mouth twitches a little, but Jim masks that with a fake yawn, one hand off the wheel to cover it before he drives with both hands again. ]
And the channel switches when you press the button. Are you sure you've used a radio before?
[That comment definitely earns Jim a look of utter distaste, Sho actually bothering to turn and glare before delivering a response in the most patronising of tones.]
Are you sure you've ever used a brain cell before? What kind of radio stations do you think we have in Tokyo? This sounds like somebody slowly drowning a cat.
[Another few moments of pointless dial-twiddling.]
...I wish you came with a 'mute' button.
ah, drunk jim... saying something life-changing before passing the hell out because of low tolerance
[ Somehow things are falling into some plan Jim didn't know he had until Sakurai opened his damn mouth. Jim makes some gesture towards the off button of the radio, turning his head for a brief moment to offer Sakurai a smile. ]
Shuts me up right on through. Give it a try.
and drunk sho, probably making even more of an ass of himself, and/or hugging everyone
[...is Jim hitting on him? It's arrogance which makes him think that, of course; in his head, Sho gets hit on by a lot of people, although in reality they're probably just being nice so he'll go away. The thing which bothers Sho the most right now though is that Jim may have found out his appetite for men as well as women, and if that gets back to his father there might really be trouble.]
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I DON'T HAVE AN RP JOURNAL YET SORRY
Tell him I'm busy.
[And he is busy, playing Solitaire on his laptop]
SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU RN except i'm not
[ And with his hand still on the knob, he turns to regard the rest of the office. ]
Sakurai-san! [ His voice is loud and earnest. ] Sho-san told me his schedule's full and you lied about it being clear!
I SHOULD PROBABLY MAKE ONE THOUGH so Tomo-kun can have pictures
[he springs from his chair, probably faster than Jim has ever seen him move, and he's standing next to the man before he realises the rest of the office is staring at him. Plastering on a smile he laughs, adopting his best 'silly me' face]
...there was a mix-up in my schedule, that's all. Somebody---
[glares daggers at Jim]
---told me the wrong date.
tomoya's so happy you care about him having eyecandy :'(
So you are free today! Awesome. [ Jim's grip tightens imperceptibly as he starts to lead Sakurai along towards the exit. ] I love when schedules just fit like this. Don't you?
i always care about tomo-kun D:
Do you know what I love even more? When jumped-up little shits like you don't try and show me up in front of the whole office.
(tomo voice) [muffled crying]
[ As they step into the elevator, Jim only lets Sakurai go when he stops squirming. What an annoying little man. ]
He did text me, though, telling me to take you with me today. [ Jim pushes the door close button before he chooses the basement parking level, his hands retreating into the comfortable depths of his pocket after. ] I told him you were too old for a babysitter, but he just wouldn't listen to me.
.....d-don't do this to me
[Sho clearly doesn't believe him, moving as far away from the annoying little man as far as possible and folding his arms defiantly across his chest. He looks, for all intents and purposes, like a sulky teenager, despite being in his thirties.]
HE'S CRYING TEARS OF JOY
You wanna see the text?
HERE TOMO HAVE A TISSUE
Yeah, I do. There's no way he'd text you and not me. I'm his son.
[As if Jim needed reminding. As if Sho doesn't remind everyone, at least three times a day.]
can u imagine how cute tomo would be just blowing his nose into a tissue...wtf
True to his word, there're two short sentences on screen: Jim, take Sho with you to your meeting today. He needs to see how our business deals are made himself. ]
Pretty sure Yamanaka read all the kanji right for me when I asked her what the hard ones were, so.
dammit tomo even ur snot is cute
Maybe her kanji skills need some work.
[He's bluffing. Badly.]
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It's not that bad, you know. Sales calls. They don't ever take more than an hour, or at least mine don't.
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[Yeah, it's not as though Sho knows - or particularly even cares. His expression sours further, partly from being caught in a lie, partly from Jim's comment about how long the call is likely to take.]
...an hour?
[He apparently doesn't do them very often, if at all.]
But I've already got a table booked for lunch!
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[ Unlocking his car, Jim heads straight to the driver's seat, shaking his head as he slips in and waiting for Sakurai to follow. Only then does he follow up with, ] You can go one day without fancy food.
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[Still, he climbs into the passenger seat and buckles up his belt.]
You probably don't even know what that is.
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[ He does pass by the new place Sakurai mentioned, though, as they drive along. It says something about a special first lunch, but Jim doesn't really understand the importance of it. ]
have some lame-ass icons, woo~
Huh. Maybe they'll still be open on the way back.
y...you're giving the wrong guy eye candy
His need to keep up pretences is beyond Jim's realm of comprehension, but he supposes that's what happens when you're the spoiled heir to a giant business.
They get caught in traffic a little past the halfway point to their destination, and Jim lets out a little sigh as he leans back in his seat and absently taps at the steering wheel. ]
jim don't give a shit but his player might 8D IT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER OKAY
ONE DAY JIM WILL ENJOY SHO'S FACE LIKE THE REST OF US (i do give many shits)
Of course, he shows no sign of it being a pre-meditated thing. He just starts to drive once the traffic starts moving again, enjoying whatever sound Sakurai decides to settle on. ]
THE POOR FOOL
Is this thing broken?
[And he starts to fiddle with the dials and buttons]
the day jim says "you look cute today sakurai" sho's going to think he's high
[ The corner of his mouth twitches a little, but Jim masks that with a fake yawn, one hand off the wheel to cover it before he drives with both hands again. ]
And the channel switches when you press the button. Are you sure you've used a radio before?
do it when he's drunk for maximum lols
Are you sure you've ever used a brain cell before? What kind of radio stations do you think we have in Tokyo? This sounds like somebody slowly drowning a cat.
[Another few moments of pointless dial-twiddling.]
...I wish you came with a 'mute' button.
ah, drunk jim... saying something life-changing before passing the hell out because of low tolerance
[ Somehow things are falling into some plan Jim didn't know he had until Sakurai opened his damn mouth. Jim makes some gesture towards the off button of the radio, turning his head for a brief moment to offer Sakurai a smile. ]
Shuts me up right on through. Give it a try.
and drunk sho, probably making even more of an ass of himself, and/or hugging everyone
You're not my type.
[He snaps back quickly. Probably too quickly.]
SOFT SHO
LIKE A POUTY MARSHMALLOW~
i imagined drunk!sho being called a marshmallow and then giggling
...he'd love it :|
CRIES I WANT HIM IN JIMS LIFE
IT'S OKAY HE'S HERE
no this is dickbag sho i want soft sho :'(
hey, who says that's never gonna happen :')
*slams fist on desk rhythmically* I! WANT! SOFT! SHO
...sure you don't want hard Sho? 8D
wine and dine jim first 8(
well okay but they're splitting the bill, he's a colleague, not a sugar-daddy
...they should just pay for their own stuff because jim doesn't trust paying half of what sho wants
half of what sho wants is probably twice what jim would pay
... yeah, let's just eat crappy fried eggs
we're having wagyu beef or we're having nothing
you're the most pretentious little--
do i look like a burger-and-fries kind of guy?
yes, actually :)
how rude
coming from you? :D
respect your superiors, jimbob >:|
he will once sakurai EARNS IT
EARN *THIS*, YOU ASSHAT /middle finger
...do you think i want it up my ass
you wish, yankee boy
you wish that i wish
like i'd want to get any part of me dirty by getting it near that stupid face
awww... you look at my face?
it's not like i can avoid it
you could always close your eyes, but... ♡
i wouldn't need to close them if you were behind me---
........ ;)
dammit
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