Try as he might to be discreet, in the back of his mind, Isamu knew that the Anthean could sense his presence, even if Minoru didn’t know he was there. Still, he couldn’t help himself, and smiled softly as he watched Minoru carry his date along the path.
Ziggy looked like he was having a great time. And his brother had finally shed those nerves.
The door to his bedroom was already open, and Minoru followed the lights through it. But from there, the path turned to the right, away from the bed and into the bathroom, where even more candles lit up the space.
The bathrooms in their apartment weren’t all that large or glamorous. But try as he might, Minoru tried to decorate his like a fancy spa. There were tea candles everywhere, a couple trays of bathing products and cosmetics from Japan (he asked his mother for recommendations and ordered accordingly), even a little Japanese sign on the counter listing massage services cleverly priced out in numbers of hugs. On the side of the tub stood a painting of him lined with ribbon and a large bow (clearly a gift) that Hunter had made while Minoru was seeking out date suggestions in the plaza.
“Wasn’t sure what I could give you,” he admitted, a bit nervously, to the rock star who could probably buy (or make) anything he ever wanted. “It’s… well… the gift of relaxation, time to let your hair down, indulge in that feminine side without cameras and critics saying what you should or shouldn’t do…”
He really hoped Ziggy liked it. And that it wasn’t too girly. Or conversely, that it was girly enough.
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Ziggy looked like he was having a great time. And his brother had finally shed those nerves.
The door to his bedroom was already open, and Minoru followed the lights through it. But from there, the path turned to the right, away from the bed and into the bathroom, where even more candles lit up the space.
The bathrooms in their apartment weren’t all that large or glamorous. But try as he might, Minoru tried to decorate his like a fancy spa. There were tea candles everywhere, a couple trays of bathing products and cosmetics from Japan (he asked his mother for recommendations and ordered accordingly), even a little Japanese sign on the counter listing massage services cleverly priced out in numbers of hugs. On the side of the tub stood a painting of him lined with ribbon and a large bow (clearly a gift) that Hunter had made while Minoru was seeking out date suggestions in the plaza.
“Wasn’t sure what I could give you,” he admitted, a bit nervously, to the rock star who could probably buy (or make) anything he ever wanted. “It’s… well… the gift of relaxation, time to let your hair down, indulge in that feminine side without cameras and critics saying what you should or shouldn’t do…”
He really hoped Ziggy liked it. And that it wasn’t too girly. Or conversely, that it was girly enough.