Kenji had his palm on the door to knock again, eyes bleary, blinking slowly. He barely heard the sounds from inside, but the door swung open and suddenly his balance faltered. Or maybe he just wanted an excuse to stumble into your apartment. He dropped his chest slightly, blood from his brow crusted down his handsome jaw, his eyes pleading and desperate. He played the part perfectly, flashed his green eyes like he knew damn well what they did. He stood there, swaying slightly, eyes glassy. He bit the inside of his cheek, a muscle jumping as he thought out his next words.
you. Listen— listen. Don't be an asshole right now, 'kay?
He mumbled, eyes scanning their apartment. He fought back a smirk, chewed his lip again, looked pitiful and genuinely troubled, or maybe he'd just rehearsed this to get into their room. He stood in a blank tanktop that was perfectly loose, fabric dipping over mucle, gray sweatpants low on his hips.
Got hurt.. figured you could help. People say you're sweet, y'know that? So, be a sweetheart and.. let me in...
Effortless, cocky charm knowing he'd be whimpering as soon as he got alone with you. He was a simple man acting tough and liquor made him make questionable character decisions.
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