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Eiji downed even the last bits of sugar settling at the bottom of his coffee in a last desperate attempt at chasing away the exhaustion behind his eyelids. He stared at his laptop screen, his nearly finished Liberal Studies paper glaring back at him. It was barely 10PM, but he could already feel his entire body crashing like he'd just been bulldozed by a tank. Biting back a yawn, Eiji stretched his back and heard every knob of his spine satisfyingly pop that distinctly sounded like the bubble wraps he and Yut Lung often fight over. (Don’t ask.) Behind him, Yut Lung was mussing about, struggling to pick which top to wear, and—honestly, Yue, they're the same. Just pick whatever.
“No, you don't understand,” Yut Lung huffed, frowning at the two nearly identical shades of red crop tops. “Shorter will be there, Eiji. Shorter. I have to be in my prime.”
“You’re always in your prime,” Eiji offered honestly. “Besides, I don’t think he'd mind. Shorter's got the fashion sense of a 2000’s Disney child star.”
Yut Lung threw him an offended look. “Hey. No Shorter slander in this house.”
Eiji held his hands up, standing up from the swivel chair to feel less like a bed-ridden grandpa. “Sorry.”
Deciding there wasn’t an adequate amount of caffeine in his veins, he walked over to the kitchen island and started the coffee maker.
“You’re gonna fucking kill yourself one day, honey,” he heard Yut Lung say.
Isn't that the point?
“No, it's okay," Eiji leaned on the counter as he waited for the fresh brew. “It’s only my third cup.”
“Jesus, you're unbelievable.”
Eiji watched as Yut Lung retreated into their shared room, probably to change clothes again. He came out a minute later wearing one of the crop tops he was holding before.
“Seriously?”
“What? I think I look better in maroon.”
“You look good in anything, Yue.”
Yut Lung narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me, do you need something?”
Eiji chuckled, turning to the coffee maker and refilling his mug. Compliments always came easy to him. Yut Lung knew this. He was just being a little shit about it.
But despite Eiji's generosity in well-deserved praises, he did need something.
“Actually, uh,” he started, padding his way back in front of his laptop by the desk and setting his mug down. “I need a model for my portfolio?”
Yut Lung paused midway through fixing his (already glorious) hair and looked at Eiji through the mirror. He just stared, as though he was deeply contemplating. Eiji knew better. Everything Yut Lung did was for dramatics.
True enough, after a (dramatically) long pause, Yut Lung shrugged with the grace of a natural born devil's advocate. “Sure thing.”
Eiji steeled himself for what was about to come next. His roommate wasn't the top Business student for nothing.
“On one condition.”
There it is.
A sigh. “What is it?”
Eiji could already see his regret coming from a mile away, flashing in an alarmingly neon red. He could swear he saw the same dangerous glint in Yut Lung's eyes as he turned to Eiji, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Come to the frat party with me.”
The Alpha Epsilon Chi frat house was a pretentious two-story building across the main campus with huge, pretentious Greek letters pretentiously arched above the pretentious mahogany double doors. Eiji couldn’t quite stop himself from rolling his eyes at the grandiosity of it all. He was fairly certain half the school's funds go straight into its foundation and he couldn’t believe no one was complaining about it.
No, seriously, guys. What is wrong with you all?
The heavy bass of the electronic music thrummed through him from the soles of his feet up to his chest, tingling his fingertips and startling the sleeping caffeine in his system. He'd already accepted the reality he wouldn't come out of this building alive as they passed through the doors, along with a throng of loud, overly enthusiastic freshies attending their very first frat party.
It was an annual thing at every start of the new semester. Frats and sororities would open its doors to the entire campus to scout potential recruits, and students would take advantage of it to score a quick fuck in one of the house’s rooms if they were lucky (most don’t even make it, and to quote Yue, people fucking against walls is a very normal occurrence) or hit a few blunts or get absolutely shit-faced without needing to be discreet in dorm rooms. It was a win-win for all.
Eiji deemed it as a massive loss.
Barely a week into the semester and work had already piled up on his desk. Senior year had always been the most ruthless of all. He wondered how he even got the time to be fooling around in a dumb frat house like this. He could be on his fifth coffee by now and typing away (read: passing away) at his laptop if Yue wasn’t such a little bitch.
For god's sake, he just wanted a model for his final portfolio.
“Eiji.”
He felt a nudge at his side, and turned his attention to Yut Lung only to see him not-so-subtly eyeing Shorter Wong from across the room.
“What.”
“You’re fine on your own, right?” Yut Lung asked distractedly.
“Wha—no?” Eiji gawked at him. “You’re feeding me to these rabid wolves?”
“Oh, shush you. I dragged you here for your own sake.”
“Yue, I really don't think this is my scene. I'm going back.”
Yut Lung latched at Eiji's arm. “You’re not going anywhere, honey. Go get some.”
Get some? “Get some what?” he asked, but Yut Lung was already strutting his way to the Chinese frat boy.
Eiji sighed, silently cursing Yut Lung to eternal damnation. (Except he really wasn't, because Yue might be born straight out of Satan's asshole, but Eiji loved him very much.)
He still felt betrayed though, and really, Yut Lung didn't leave him much of a choice, so Eiji headed straight into the kitchen, maneuvering through warm, sweaty bodies to grab a bottle of beer from the fridge.
He'd probably have a terrible stomachache by tomorrow with all the terrible liquids he'd been downing straight into his gut, but he figured suffering in this hell would be very rewarding soon enough.
Just gotta get through this night, Eiji. Get it together until then.
So there he went, perching himself onto the countertop, irresponsibly knocking back bottle after bottle until he felt the familiar tingling buzz in his head, the familiar numbing of his fingertips, the familiar dance in his vision.
It was on his third bottle that he decided watching strangers drunkenly make out in front of him was enough mental scarring for the night. He needed to wind down.
He hopped off the counter and almost gave himself a concussion, completely forgetting the fact his head was swirling and his knees were buckling under him. He steadied himself against someone's arm, not really caring anymore if they'd find him weird. For god's sake, this was a frat party. The last thing they should worry about was a tipsy senior who couldn't handle his alcohol for the life of him.
With a sway in his steps, he found himself trudging up to the second floor, bumping into people rushing down to listen to some frat guy yelling in the common room. The booming music faded into a muted vibration behind him as he ascended to a dimly lit hallway. Probably where the rooms were.
Oh god, the rooms.
He better not see Yue in one of them. Oh god.
In spite of Eiji's paralyzing fear of witnessing his best friend getting rammed in the ass, he continued his little adventure in the jungle of Alpha Epsilon Chi. It was a maze of countless doors which Eiji pointedly not opened for mental health reasons. He eventually came across a different one, a plain sliding door leading to a balcony, and Eiji silently thanked all 8 million gods in his motherland for the escape.
Cold, midnight air bit into his skin as soon as he stepped out, the metal railing arctic against his arms as he leaned onto it. Eiji inhaled deeply, letting the breeze flood his lungs and tame the alcohol running loose in his blood.
The absolute carnage they call a party downstairs seemed like nothing but a distant memory now compared to the comforting stillness outside.
Or so he thought.
Startled, he whirled at the sound of a door sliding open, the grind of metal slicing through the quiet of the night.
“Jesus.”
“Pretty sure Jesus wasn't blonde.”
Eiji squinted against the dark to get a good look at the intruder, and, well, seemed like his luck had ran out (or maxed out. It was all a matter of personal preference, really.) because standing there in all his gorgeous American Casanova glory, was none other than the president Alpha himself, Ash Lynx.
The Ash Lynx.
Adonis reincarnate, resident playboy, American wet dream personified, pride of Golden Canary University, the god among men, Ash Lynx.
Eiji’s survival instincts told him to run away as far as possible. Screaming. In horror. He'd already had enough to deal with in a single night, god help him. He supposed sleeping with one eye open tonight would be the best option if he wanted to live long enough to see himself become an internationally acclaimed photographer.
Fine, that was too much. But the thing was, the Ash Hive (yes, a very fitting name for a crazed horde who'd kill literally anyone who dared touch their precious Ash Lynx) would most definitely not let Eiji see another day if they saw him alone with Ash.
Eiji started calculating all the possible injuries he would inflict on himself if he jumped off a two-story building. He'd survive, surely? After all, he was a star athlete in pole vaulting in high school. (Later, Eiji would realize that wasn’t the same as jumping straight to his death in a frat house's lawn.)
But before he could seriously consider suicide by brain trauma, Ash was moving. Coming right next to him. He was surprisingly warm. Eiji's skin prickled at the close proximity, and he wished he had downed an entire case of beer. He was too sober for this shit.
“Too much for you?”
“Huh?”
Real smart, Eiji. Keep it up!
He felt more than heard Ash chuckle beside him. “The party, I mean.”
“Oh. Um. Yeah, I guess,” he said, trying his best to compose himself. Ash's tantalizing scent wasn’t exactly helping. “My friend abandoned me.”
“Let me keep you company, then,” Ash muttered lowly, his hot breath trickling down Eiji's ear. A forest fire had set alight across his skin.
But Eiji didn’t like that tone of voice. Not one bit. Ash had the striking reputation of hitting on every moving, breathing object within a 5-mile radius. He probably had dated half the student body by now. Eiji would very much like to steer clear of the hurricane and avoid damage, please and thank you.
“Don’t you have a party to host?”
“Alex is handling it,” Ash's voice left no room for arguments, but even Eiji, hailed as the campus Jesus for his boundless kindness, was also a self-preserving asshole.
And so Eiji rounded on Ash, summoning every bit of ferocity within him (which wasn’t a lot to begin with) he'd accumulated over the years of dealing with Yut Lung's snarky mouth, and shot the smirking American boy a glare he hoped looked as menacing as he'd intended it to be. He probably looked like an angry Chihuahua baring its tiny teeth to Ash. “I know what you are, Lynx. I'm not interested.”
Ash only raised a rather elegant brow at him. God, everything about this man ticked Eiji off. Mainly because Ash Lynx was so goddamn beautiful it was unfair.
“And what exactly am I, Okumura?”
Eiji didn’t even want to know how Ash knew his name. The frat boy probably stalks his potential prey. And for some reason, that made Eiji shiver more than the chilly air whizzing around them.
“A force not to be reckoned with.”
“Babe, you’re hurting my feelings,” Ash pouted, dramatically clutching a hand to his chest. Eiji's eye twitched. “I can't believe you're rejecting me. Me.”
“I just—" Eiji gulped, scrambling for an excuse. "I just have better things to do, is all.”
Ash Lynx leaned impossibly closer. Eiji feared his knees might give up on him. “What could possibly be better than me?”
“Oh, I don’t know, my education, maybe?" he tried. He wasn't exactly wrong. "Because I may not look like it, but I'm actually on my last year and I can't afford to be someone's fling right now. So, no, Ash Lynx. You're very pretty, but this is hardly the time.”
“You think I'm pretty?”
“Are you—are you serious? That's what you're asking me?”
“I knew it. You kinda want this too,” Ash smirked, jade eyes glimmering mischievously under the moonlight.
“I didn’t say—”
“You are so cute, you know that?”
Eiji wanted to punch that pretty face of his. Though Eiji's face might give out the wrong idea by the way he felt his cheeks heat up at the compliment. Ash didn’t mean it. He was flirting for the sake of flirting.
Calm down, Eiji. This is just Ash in his natural state. Nothing to worry about.
“Thanks? But just know flattery could only accomplish so much.”
Ash's smile was saccharine. It made Eiji's stomach do silly somersaults. Was this what they called the Lynx Effect? “Yeah, babe, I know that. I just wanted to tell you.”
“Um, I'd really appreciate it if you stopped calling me babe.”
“Sorry, force of habit.”
“Oh, I'm sure."
Eiji wondered if he was going to get in trouble for kicking the Alpha president himself in the nuts. Maybe it would be worth it. Seeing Ash Lynx crumple at his feet. Yeah, that was a nice, comforting thing to think about.
“Are you plotting my murder?” Ash's voice cut through the haze. “Because you look like you're about to push me off this balcony. Please, I'm sorry I won't call you babe again, just don’t kill me. Onegai.”
That elicited a snort out of Eiji. “Your Japanese is terrible.”
“Yeah, well, elective class only started. Sumimasen."
“You’re an idiot, Ash Lynx.”
“And you're adorable.”
“You still at it?”
Ash's laugh rang pleasant and loud. “Right, not interested. Noted.”
Eiji felt a smile tug at his lips. “Good.”
“Well, I'll leave you be, then,” Ash flashed him a charming smile millions would kill for to have it directed at them. “Have a good night, Eiji.”
“Good night, Ash.”
Eiji heaved a breath as he watched Ash disappear through the door. He mentally patted himself on the back for successfully dodging a deadly bullet.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Eiji.”
“What? What did I do?”
“Honey,” Yut Lung set his fork down on his plate, exasperated at hearing Eiji's retelling of his failed romantic escapade. “what did you not do? That was Ash fucking Lynx! Are you crazy?”
“I’m the only normal person around here who knows better than to get involved with him, Yue,” Eiji grumbled around a mouthful of cheap cafeteria pasta.
Yut Lung looked at him incredulously, as though Eiji just declared he was going to run for presidency there in the United States. “I dragged your ass out there so you could finally get some dick, Eiji. The perfect opportunity had presented itself in the form of Ash Lynx. God tier dick, offered to Eiji Okumura on a silver platter, ignored and denied. Astounding.”
“Oh, so that's what you mean by get some.”
“What?”
“Nothing, sorry for not wanting dick. Is it so wrong I prioritize my own hopes and dreams?”
Yut Lung looked like he was one second away from pulling his hair out. “No one's telling you to abandon your degree and elope with Ash Lynx. It's your last year and I just think you need to get that stick out your ass and replace it with—”
“Yue, if you say dick one more time, I swear to god.”
“See, if only you weren't such an uptight virgin you wouldn't mind me talking about dicks like this.”
“Can we please stop talking about dicks? I'm trying to eat lunch.”
“You do realize you just proved my point, right?”
“Yue.”
“Fine, fine. Whatever,” Yut Lung sipped from his overpriced, glitter-studded Starbucks tumbler, pointedly making obnoxious slurping noises as he did. “I hope you regret not banging Ash Lynx for the rest of your—oh fuck me.”
Yut Lung was staring at something past Eiji, and, well, Eiji wished he hadn't, but he turned around and looked, curiosity getting the best of him.
“Oh god, no, please.”
Ash Lynx was making his way to their table, clad in a plain white shirt, his denim jacket slung over his shoulder looking hot as hell.
I did not just think he's hot.
“Don’t fuck this up this time, sweetie,” Yut Lung said, gathering his things and standing up from his seat. Eiji didn't even realize what was happening until it was too late. Yue abandoned him. Again.
“Seriously, Yue?” he groaned, waiting for the worst to come.
The worst in question plopped on the seat in front of him, sending a bright grin his way.
“Hey.”
Ash looked too fresh and neat and just downright gorgeous for someone who probably got smashed last night. But then again, the world was never fair. Some had to suffer terrible headaches and puffed eyes.
“Hi, Ash,” Eiji offered a polite smile. Yeah, polite. He was trying to be polite and it was taking all his will power not to grab his tray and run. “What are you doing here? I thought we agreed—”
“No flirting, I promise,” Ash held a hand to his heart. “I come here in peace. I bring no harm.”
“I don't believe that for a second.”
“Okay, look, I just wanna be…friends.”
Eiji's brows shot up. “Friends?”
“Why do you sound like I'm completely incapable of forming platonic relations? Contrary to popular belief, I actually can,” Ash huffed, crossing his arms in front of him. Eiji thought he looked like a sulking child.
“Cute.”
“What?”
God, I'm coming up.
“I said sure,” Eiji said, internally panicking and fighting the rapidly spreading fire across his cheeks. “We can be friends.”
See? Campus Jesus. Endless compassion.
Ash's smile was blinding it could rival the sun. “Really?”
“Yeah, really,” Eiji couldn't stop a smile of his own. This was too much.
He barely registered the looks he was getting from everyone around the cafeteria. Eyeing him like a hawk zeroing in on a snake on the ground. To be fair, even Jesus himself had his own fair share of enemies.
Well, he'd be out of there in a year anyway. A few enemies wouldn't be so bad. Maybe.
Ash seemed to notice his apprehension. “Don’t mind them. They glare at you and talk shit about you in their group chats, but that’s all they do. They're not actually going to physically harm you,” He said, like something straight out of a script, probably having said it to his romantic interests multiple times before, but then his tone switched to a more dangerous lilt, eyes hardening with threat.
“But if anyone dares, I won't be held responsible for my actions.”
That wasn't very reassuring. If anything, it only hurled Eiji's fear to new heights. He did enjoy smacking Yue upside the head occasionally, but generally he just wanted to avoid violence as much as possible.
What happened to avoiding the hurricane, Eiji?
“Uh, that's good to hear?” Eiji fidgeted in his seat, eyes nervously darting between the people around him.
“Yeah, that's it. I'm getting you out of here. Come on.”
“Huh? But my lunch…”
“There’s a café nearby,” Ash jerked his thumb vaguely behind him. “My treat.”
Eiji narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “You’re not luring me into a coffee date, are you?”
“No, I swear. Consider it a token of my friendship?”
Eiji considered it. There was no harm, like Ash had said, right? Platonic relations. Okay, cool. Alright.
“Lead the way.”
“I heard you were looking for a model,” Ash said offhandedly. They were situated at the far corner table in Nadia's, hidden from the preying eyes of the Ash Hive.
Eiji's hand stopped midair just as he was about to pop a spoonful of blueberry pie. “What? Who told you that?”
“Shorter,” Ash said. He was glowing under the warm fluorescent lights. Stunning even as he simply sipped his vanilla soy latte. It hurt Eiji to look at him. “Well, Yut Lung told Shorter and Shorter told me.”
“Oh, yeah, uh, Yue's gonna do it.”
“I don’t suppose there's room for one more?”
Eiji nearly spat his drink. (It's non-caffeinated, Yue. You can stop screaming now.)
“You’re kidding me.”
“I'm not. I'd like to help you out,” Ash grinned. “That’s what friends are for, right?”
“Friends. Sure.”
“Oh, come on, Eiji. I already told you—”
“Yeah, okay,” Eiji sighed. He needed as many subjects as he could get anyway. “But shooting won't start until probably next week. My head's still all over the place with all the paperwork right now. Have to be in the right head space, you know? Otherwise, my portfolio would be a disaster.”
“Okay,” Ash beamed at him like a child opening his first gift out of dozens on Christmas. “Just tell me when. I'm available for you always.”
“Ash,” Eiji pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. “what did I say about flirting?”
“That wasn’t flirting. I stated a fact. Get it right, onii-chan.”
“Oh, now he addresses me in Japanese honorifics.”
Ash shot Eiji a cheeky grin over the rim of his cup. “Just putting my knowledge to good use.”
“Good for you,” Eiji humored him. “Anyway, my next class is in 15 minutes. I better head back.”
“Sure, let's go. I'll walk you there.”
“Please, you don’t have to. You've already been kind enough,” He reasoned, but Ash was already standing up.
“It’s okay. I insist,” Ash said, slipping his arms into his stupid denim jacket. “Don’t want my new friend dying on his way there.”
“Ash, it's a three minute walk from here.”
“Still.”
“You know, this is really starting to look like—”
“It’s not, I swear on Shorter's butt hair.”
“I don’t even wanna ask.”
ASH HIVE DISCORD
#lynx-updates
Llama01 Today at 5:15 PM
ASH AT NADIA'S EARLIER WITH EIJI OKUMURA FROM THE COLLEGE OF FINE ARTS
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rae Today at 5:15 PM
WTF
ASH GANG Today at 5:15 PM
the lynx has chosen its prey
gabi Today at 5:16 PM
lmfaooooo not eiji
ash's hand holder Today at 5:16 PM
lmfaooooo not eiji
@gabi why whats wrong with eiji okumura
gabi Today at 5:18 PM
why whats wrong with eiji okumura
@ash's hand holder idk he doesn’t seem like ash's type
rae Today at 5:18 PM
he looks plain asf
its probably the other way around tho theres no way ash would go after him lol
FUCK MY LIFE Today at 5:19 PM
its probably the other way around tho theres no way ash would go after him lol
@rae yea no eijis my classmate and hes DEFINITELY not the type to chase after someone
esp not ash shsjsjsjf
zzzzz Today at 5:19 PM
ok eiji fucker
FUCK MY LIFE Today at 5:20 PM
ok eiji fucker
@zzzzz stfu
noot noot Today at 5:20 PM
Eiji's the campus jesus guys he’s even more of a virgin than mary herself
They're probably just friends
Also, please refrain from cyberbullying him he's never done anything wrong in his life
_TRACY_ Today at 5:21 PM
They're probably just friends
@noot noot lmao ash doesn’t do friendship
aslan supremacist Today at 5:21 PM
FFS THIS IS THE ASH HIVE NOT THE EIJI OKUMURA FUCKERS SERVER
pls fund my education Today at 5:21 PM
can yall chill
its gonna be a different person next week anyway
gabi Today at 5:21 PM
wbk
rae Today at 5:21 PM
considering how boring he looks ash would probably dump his ass by tomorrow
ASH GANG Today at 5:22 PM
considering how boring he looks ash would probably dump his ass by tomorrow
@rae RAE DJDKSKWKQJ
FUCK MY LIFE Today at 5:22 PM
considering how boring he looks ash would probably dump his ass by tomorrow
@rae rae literally shut the fuck up
“How did your date go?” Shorter asked from where he was sprawled on the couch, not even looking up as his fingers rapidly typed away at his phone.
Ash dived face first into his bed, groaning as he let himself sag against the sheets.
“Ithwhajdmf.”
“What?”
Ash rolled on his back so his mouth wasn’t muffled by his pillow. “It wasn’t a date. I told you he wasn’t interested.”
Shorter stopped typing to stare at Ash, disbelieving. “You’re Ash Lynx.”
“I know,” Ash scowled at the dark spots on the ceiling, frustration building up in his gut. “And I have been rejected. Twice. What the fuck?”
Shorter was sitting up now, amusement lighting up his face as he cackled at Ash's demise. “Man, has the Lynx Effect lost its touch?”
“Shut up. I'm working on it. I'm trying a different approach.”
“Which is?”
Ash shrugged. “Said I wanted to be his friend.”
Shorter's guffaw reverberated in the room. Ash hurled a pillow at his head just as Alex entered the room with a confused look on his face.
“What's going on?”
“Can you imagine a lynx befriending its prey?” Shorter was wiping tears from his eyes, his phone been long forgotten in favor of tormenting Ash, who seemed one second away from strangling him.
Alex's expression rippled from puzzled to teasing as he caught on, dropping his backpack on the carpeted floor and joined Shorter on the couch. “Ash Lynx, zero. Eiji Okumura, one.”
“Fuck off, both of you.”
Shorter decided to be a little shit and added fuel to the fire. “Aw, is our little Lynx accepting his defeat?”
“Over my dead body, Wong.”
Over. My. Dead. Body. Just you fucking wait, Eiji. I'm gonna make you submit to me.
Ash was suddenly hit by a lightbulb moment, sitting up on his bed and fishing his phone from his pocket.
“Shorter, I need his number.”
Alex wolf whistled. “There he is.”
“I don’t have his number, dumbass.”
“Go get it from your new little fuck toy. He's Eiji's best friend isn't he?”
It was Shorter's turn to offensively launch a pillow at him. “Yue’s not my fuck toy, you fucking asshat.”
“I don't know man,” Alex slung an arm over Shorter's shoulders. “You guys kinda wouldn't stop sucking each other's face off in public. And that stunt last night? Jesus.”
Ash slapped a hand to his mouth. “I think I'm gonna barf.”
“Do you want Eiji's number or not?” Shorter threw him an unimpressed stare. “And it's not like you don’t do it. I've seen you do worse.”
Ash snorted. “True.”
Shorter turned to his phone as he typed in a quick message, which got a response not even ten seconds later. “Here. You're fucking welcome.”
Ash hurriedly saved the contact on his phone. He began to question Eiji's friendship with Yut Lung as he witnessed how the guy had easily disclosed personal information just like that. Either he was playing matchmaker, or Shorter was simply a force he couldn't resist.
Not that it was his business, all that mattered to him was how he was going to win Eiji over. Aslan Jade Callenreese wouldn't go down without a damn fight.
He went and flumped back down on his bed, thumbs eagerly pressing a simple text to his beloved prey.
[me]: eiji
[me]: hey :)
[Eiji]: Who is this?
[me]: it's ash
[Eiji]: Oh
[Eiji]: Hello, Ash.
[Eiji]: I'll get back to you later.
[Eiji]: I have to dispose my roommate's body.
Ash huffed a laugh, ignoring Shorter and Alex's wolf whistles and jibes of Tone it down, heartbreaker as he typed his reply.
[me]: i suggest acid. leaves no traces
[Eiji]: How exactly do you know that?
[Eiji]: You know what? Never mind.
[Eiji]: I don’t wanna end up an accomplice.
[me]: youre literally just about to dispose a body.
[me]: i have you on tape
[Eiji]: Guess I'll have to kill you now too.
[me]: dialing 911 as we speak
Eiji didn’t reply for a whole ten minutes. Ash wondered if he really was currently disposing Yut Lung's body.
[me]: youre not preparing to escape are you
[Eiji]: Hahahaha no wait sorry
[Eiji]: It's school stuff
[Eiji]: Gtg now, Ash.
[Eiji]: Do your homework!
[me]: okay, onii-chan
So we're playing cat and mouse, huh? Well, you can run all you want, Eiji, but the lynx always gets his way.
Ash smirked to himself as he changed Eiji's contact name to my little mouse <3.