Prompt "Always bet on black." In 22 minutes. It doesn't have to make sense.
Aoi tries to seduce Ruki.
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Aoi can say he has been waiting for a chance like this for weeks and weeks on end now. And today, finally, here it was. Now it is all up to Aoi to take action. He leans closer to the mirror and even though his fingers get tangled in his freshly styled frizzled hair, nobody could deny his hair is black. It is just as black as his eyeliner and mascara and just as black as his shirt. He adjusts his collar. Black nails. Black pants. He clicks the heel of his black leather shoe against the floor. Black underwear.
Black.
Aoi has become the essence of black. It was his color, it was him. He doubts there is anyone in the whole building, in the city, in the whole damned world who wears black better than him.
Maybe he should try black lipstick just to complete his look.
But there is no time for that right now. With a sensual flip of his stiff styled hair, he looks back over his shoulder to where Ruki is sitting. Lime green jacket, a white woolen beanie, lazily typing away on his phone, Ruki definitely needs a change. A fresh breeze in his life. A black shining star beside him.
“Ruki,” Aoi purrs. “Do you ever play roulette?”
Ruki half looks up, half keeps his eyes on the phone. “No,” he says simply.
Aoi wets his lips. “You should play. And when you play, remember,” Aoi smirks, finally saying his carefully thought out words, “always bet on black.” The black one is the best. Aoi is the best. His heart thumps as he has said it, he has finally said it and he has nothing left to say. He leaves the room with his hair and hips swaying all over the place. Now he just has to wait for Ruki to take up his offer. It won’t take long. He prances down the hallway.
Ruki fully looks up when the door closes. He yawns. Was Aoi high on hairspray again? “Roulette? What the hell? What a weirdo,” Ruki thinks, shrugs, and gets back to his phone.
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