tenipuri_xp | RP Log: Ryoga & Rin

Date: 30th of September? anyday, really XD;
Rating: PG
Summary: Job searching ♥

If anything concerning them could be considered normal, then it would be a normal evening, like every other day. But it wasn't. Recently Ryoga got it in his head to get a job, even though Rin insisted it wasn't necessary. Especially since he didn't work either, apart from some random freelance jobs every now and then. Unfortunately, there was no way of convincing the other 18-year-old, which had the blonde helping him.

Currently, Rin was sprawled over the couch, newspaper in hand, opened on the job ads pages. Seeing as Ryoga was a registered mutant, finding a place where they'd be willing to employ him was exceptionally hard.

Some ads even said 'no mutants allowed', which was quite discriminating, to be honest... and probably against the law? Well that wasn't his field, so the blonde wasn't sure, but there was something else he was sure about -- no one, especially not the government, would do anything about it.

Humans were so shallow... really.

Meanwhile, Ryoga had flopped down on one of the chairs around the kitchen table, with another paper and a second set of classifieds. Since the job hunt had started, he had found nothing but frustration - jobs that needed more experience were a problem - a normal problem at that - but he was also fighting the problem of being a registered mutant with a murder accusation on his record. He was not convicted, but anyone with a grudge against mutants would not see that his criminal record was, for all intents and purposes, completely clear.

Twirling a highlighter between his fingers, Ryoga looked over all the listings - waiting for something to jump out at him. So far, no luck - too demanding, too far away, too not mutant friendly... all of them were a no go. It was not as though Ryoga even had a dangerous mutation... well, he did now that he had witnessed some dangerous powers, but his was not directly harmful or even obvious. He was a quick learner, too - he could be invaluable to any job position.

"Any luck?" Ryoga shifted his gaze over to Rin, fixing blue eyes on his roommate - the blonde had stretched out over the couch, buried in the paper.

Nothing, nothing, nothing-- Rin meant to answer that 'no, unfortunately no luck either', but then one ad caught his attention. A club somewhere in the centre, a fancy club for women, looking for handsome young men to work as hosts. It was weird, as far as he were concerned, they usually picked people off the streets. When they found someone good looking (not to brag, but the blonde had been asked few times already, but such job -- even if he could be good at it -- was not his thing), they just approached them.

Eyebrow raised in amusement, Rin jumped off the couch and nearly skipped to the other. The newspaper on the correct page was spread in front of Ryoga, as he settled himself on the free space of the table, a wide grin adorning his features, "Yes, here." One finger pointed to the ad in question. Obviously, the offer was meant to be teasing, not serious. The blonde mutant, being a rather possessive creature that he was, would never let the other even consider it seriously.

Ryoga's eyes fixed on the ad Rin was indicating to - and a silence followed. Rin had to be joking. Handsome young men to work as hosts? What was this, the Japanese Hooters for women? The mutant tossed the idea over in his head - and the thought of being paid to look pretty (especially when he could alter his appearance as needed) was not such a bad idea. A place like this surely would not be as concerned with his record or his registration, too...

Actually, it would almost be better if Rin was joking. This was almost genius. "A host?" Giving a thoughtful nod, Ryoga said, "I'll give them a call. I wonder if it's by audition or how they go about hiring..."

...

That was not a reaction Rin was expecting. Was he getting old? Or did Ryoga just get used to him that much, that nothing fazed him anymore? Now, that wasn't a happy thought. The blonde frowned, golden eyes narrowing, and grabbed the paper before the other managed to get his hands on it -- thank goddness, that stupid speed got it's use at least.

He was silent for a few moments, during which a slight flush crept up his cheeks... this was not normal behaviour, for him, yet, "You're not going to call them." There, stern voice, even though the expression was far from it. "It was a joke, alright?" Lower lip slightly pushed out, forming an unconscious pout, as he stood and walked back to the couch.

A bit baffled, Ryoga watched Rin storm back over to the couch. "I know it was a joke," he said simply. "But it's a great idea." He stood, casually dropping his hands in his pockets and going over to the couch where Rin had once more flopped. "Think about it - they aren't gonna care if I'm a mutant or if my name was all over the papers. I could even use my power to my advantage - could change my appearance if I'm not pretty enough for them."

Settling down on the table, Ryoga gave a wolfish smile. "I bet the hours are reasonable, and it's not like it'd be a job that requires a whole lot of experience."

Still pouting, Rin held the newspaper like a hostage, mind stubbornly set on not agreeing to that incredibly stupid idea. And it was all his fault too, damnit. He shouldn't have joked about something serious like a job. Not like he expected Ryoga to actually agree, or take it as a great idea.

"No," and that was that, even though Rin knew perfectly well he was being unreasonable. Ryoga did have a point in all he said, it was logical. Yet, there was something in him, which refused to let that go through. He pulled his legs up, looking to the side, long blonde locks falling over his shoulders, as he refused to look at his roommate.

Half a frown formed on Ryoga's face - his roommate had gone completely mental and he was not sure quite what to do to fix it. He wanted that paper, though. Just as easily he could purchase another for himself, but it was the principle of the matter. "Sunshine." The word was spoken softly, and in English. "What's the real problem?"

That was startling, the soft tone, not switching to English. Rin blinked once, breaking his resolution to not look at Ryoga, and stared at him for a moment, before blinking again... gaze shifting back to the floor. "I don't know," he said finally, also switching to the foreign language they both knew. But it wasn't true, he knew what it was -- to an extent anyway. It was possessiveness and jealously, and he knew where that came from too... Ryoga would surely know he was lying, but he should know what was causing that, as well.

As far as Ryoga was concerned, this was plain ridiculous - he suspected Rin was jealous, but unless there was something he was misunderstanding about these host clubs, it was not as though there was anything to be jealous of. There is nothing to be jealous of, anyway, Ryoga reminded himself, forcing the scowl to keep off his lips. Rin and his delusions - all Ryoga wanted was that newspaper so he could call the damn job.

Yet, he hesitated. Part of him - a very small part of him, mind - did want to correct this bad mood of Rin's. "You're lying," he said after a moment - they both knew he was.

Rin frowned, now what? "I know, and you know why I'm lying," making him say it out loud would be downright humiliating. Delusions or not, feelings were not meant to be messed with.

After a moment, the blonde closed his eyes, an expression of resignation crossing his face-- he was being stupid, stubborn and unreasonable. This was an opportunity for Ryoga, and all in all, when he let himself be coherent enough, Rin was not going to spoil it for him. He heaved a small sigh, and extended the hand with the paper towards the other boy, "Here. Good luck."

Accepting the paper, Ryoga stood once more, finding the ad they had been looking at before. "You know I wouldn't 've come back if I didn't have a reason to be here." His eyes drifted back to Rin, for once not looking for anything at all, just looking for the sake of looking. Rin was easy to look at - at least, in that respect. "'F I wanted to be rid of you, one of us wouldn't be here."

Rin was torn, between playing dumb and asking what that reason was, and just letting it be. Playing dumb, probably-- surely wouldn't take him anywhere, not with Ryoga. While the latter option would spare him any possible verbal fights that might come from the former. After a brief moment, the blonde ran a hand through his hair, a small smile gracing his lips, the only answer given was a soft, low hum coming from the back of his throat. Ryoga, even when serious and grumpy, often managed to sound extremely adorable.

There was no direct answer to what the other said, apart from the quiet sound, but after another moment, Rin couldn't help but comment, "I should be grateful for that reason, hm~?"

Not that Ryoga knew what that reason was, himself. This was a marriage of convenience, so to speak, but one that was getting complicated. It was no longer that Ryoga returned to the apartment because he had nowhere better to go, or that Rin was useful to him, but because... he wanted to be there. It was strange to spend long periods of time away. Was that something to be grateful for? Well, perhaps. If Rin wanted Ryoga to be there. Which he did. There was no use having this conversation, again.

"Grateful for yourself? Seems pretentious." That was all the more inclination Ryoga had to tell Rin he was the reason Ryoga still hung around - if Rin did not get it from that, then that was his problem. Ryoga returned to the kitchen table with the paper, reading over the ad properly.

Golden eyes flared wide open at these words, that, and a pink flush spread through his cheeks. Well, that wasn't something he expected-- then again, he learned long time ago it was useless to try to predict the other mutant's actions, just sometimes forgot about it.

The surprise was quickly quashed, and Rin followed Ryoga to the kitchen, seemingly to grab something (which happened to be an apple, that lay conveniently within his reach and without the need for him to look around), then go back. But before leaving, the blonde leaned over -- arms wrapping around the slightly taller boy -- and murmured, lips stroking the soft skin of the earlobe, "If it means that, then I'm more than happy to~." With that, he was gone and back on the couch... quickly, to not get hit, in case the other wanted to.

Ryoga's body went rigid at the touch - his temper flaring instantly, and he swatted at Rin after the other boy had already moved. He shot a glare in Rin's direction before being certain his back was turned and looking over the paper. Though it showed only in the way his pupils dilated, for a moment, he felt just a bit panicked.

Why had his heart skipped like that - and more importantly, what did he do to keep it from happening again?