your only one / private

[JUNJI]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]ocean eyes drifted back to the window as the stranger at his side spoke a reply; his head bobbed lightly as he listened. understandable for him to dip inside at the sign of a storm, though he hummed softly to himself when luca mused that he was going to wait it out. with the way it was pouring now, it didn't look like it would let up any time soon, which was rather unfortunate for the both of him. junji wasn't quite looking forward to getting drenched again, not when his clothes were already sopping and stuck against his skin, transparent and all too revealing. he considered changing into new clothes once they were done drying, warm and fluffy, but he wasn't fond of the idea of changing with someone else in the room. i'll probably have to come back tomorrow... they'll get drenched again tonight.

a soft sigh slipped from his lips. he turned back to luca after a few moments, realizing he'd gone silent, suddenly feeling guilty for spacing out. though he heard the words, it took some time for his mind to process them, and in those moments he stared blankly at the other boy. "oh," he rubbed his cheek awkwardly. "i'm junji." he offered a small smile before he leaned forward, looking past luca to the machine his clothes sat in. the cycle was almost over; they'd be dry soon enough. "uh, my apartment building is just down the road, if you need a place to stay."

he had never quite been one for company, nor was he one to simply offer up a space in his home to someone he'd just met. the boy felt almost bad for him though; stranded alone in a laundromat at two in the morning as rain beat on the windows. the atmosphere was almost surreal. if junji had known better, he would have laughed at such a coincidence, meeting a cute boy in a place like this. it was almost as cliche as those "fell in love at a coffee shop" scenarios.

pursing his lips briefly, he slowly slid off the counter, padding barefoot across the tile to peer into the machine as it swirled his clothes about. a minute or two passed, he couldn't tell, until finally a beep resounded throughout the otherwise empty room to announce its finish. junji popped it open and proceeded to load his warm, freshly dried clothes into his basket; eyes turned to luca, he adjusted the jacket nestled over his torso and smiled lightly, silently telling him that he was ready to leave if he intended to come with.