Now I'm really curious, okay? Masa-chan has mentioned NUMEROUS times about Youji being a pickpocket-- so when did that come about? And was he that thrown when "The man is a surprisingly talented pickpocket" ??
“Your friend,” Shiori puts a particular emphasis on those two words, to indicate that she holds Youji particularly responsible for Masaomi’s existence, “Just broke three chairs, a table, a window, and ruined that poor woman’s nice dress. Not to mention her evening.”
Youji grimaces, although he thinks it very unfair of Shiori to blame this on him, when he told her that bringing Masaomi to a science debate would be a bad idea. “He just has very strong opinions, OK?”
Shiori continues to look at him reproachfully, as if it his fault that Masaomi felt the need to be dramatic with his emotions.
“I will go pay for everything,” Youji says defensively, “That was always my plan.” He takes out a credit card from his wallet and moves towards the very irate business owner.
“You do not have to do that,” Shiori says pointedly. “Mr. You-Are-All-Morons over there, who is busy swearing up and down that this place and everyone inside it does not deserve to share the basic oxygen it requires to take up space, is the one who should be paying for the general havoc he has caused. You should not have to pay for this destruction.”
“Oh, I’m not,” Youji says, waving a credit card, “This is Masa-chan’s, he’ll pay for it.”
Shiori frowns. “He gave you one of his credit cards?”
“I have one of his credit cards,” Youji says, and Shiori lifts a brow to indicate that she is aware those two statements are not the same thing.
“He seems fairly adamantly opposed the existence of this place,” Shiori remarks. “I am not sure he is going to approve of paying for damages.”
“Ah, well, he’s not going to know until the bill comes in, now will he?” Youji says, venturing off to soothe various infuriated people with the wonders of plastic.
“Did you steal my credit card again?” Masaomi says, coming into the room. Shiori looks over towards where Youji sits incredibly nonchalantly on the couch.
“‘Again?’” she says.
“Yes, I did,” Youji says, who continues to be very nonchalant in the face of theft accusations.
“I told you to stop that,” Masaomi says.
“No, you didn’t. Your exact words were, ‘teach me how to do that.’”
“And you didn’t,” Masaomi pouts. “Which was very cruel.”
“The world is better off without you knowing how to pick pockets, Masa-chan.”
“Youji-san is a pick pocket?” Shiori asks, a little bemused by this interaction.
“A very skilled one,” Masaomi says, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Youji is very good with his hands.”
“Stop saying things like that,” Youji says.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Shiori says, smiling prettily. “Please, Masaomi-san, do tell me more about Youji-san’s talented hands.”
“Stop, please,” Youji begs.
“For one thing, don’t play poker with him,” Masaomi says. “He cheats.”
“You cheat!” Youji says indignantly.
“I count cards like God intended. Which is a thing that gets messed up when someone palms them or cheats in the deal.”
“That is a not very shocking and sadly tame revelation,” Shiori says.
“He also gives very excellent massages,” Masaomi says.
“There have been no massages,” Youji says. “He has no way of knowing that.”
“But I can tell,” Masaomi says graciously. “You just know they’d be great. He has such a soft touch.”
“If I paid you back, would you stop being like this?” Youji asks.
“Chances are, probably not,” Masaomi says. “Also, you have no money, so that’s a moot point. Give me my credit card back.”
“No,” Youji says. “You don’t deserve that credit card. You didn’t know it was missing. Clearly it was unloved.”
“Do you let all your friends steal from you, Masaomi-san?” Shiori asks.
“Why, are you interested?” Masaomi asks.
“Just wondering if it’s an option,” Shiori responds. “Or if it’s only exclusive to men with very talented hands.”
“Shiori, you are welcome to put your hands down my pants at any time you feel like it,” Masaomi says, very earnestly.
“For your wallet,” Shiori says.
“For any reason you need,” Masaomi says with a smile.
“I am sure your wallet is the only interesting thing I could find in your pants.”
“Ouch,” Masaomi says, as Youji laughs. “I rescind my permission. Only Youji can steal from me.”
A/N: Hahaha, friend, sorry for the late response! I didn’t quite want to go into the first time he picked Masaomi’s pocket because there’s all kinds of complicated Youji backstory that’s going to be revealed in that long story I’m working on, but have a random short set when they are in college anyway =D