[Perched on Iwai's lap with his hands cradling the older man's stubbled jaw, Fai sort of freezes at the knock on the window. He doesn't want to look. He really doesn't want to look. It could be one of his co-workers, or god forbid, a client?? Either way he's going to get so much shit for this--
Another tap and Fai finally turns his head toward the window, wide-eyed, just enough to catch sight of sunglasses and a helmet.
It's a cop. Oh shit.
The cop clearly hasn't managed to get a good look at them yet, because the first thing out of his mouth, audible even through the closed window, is:
no subject
Another tap and Fai finally turns his head toward the window, wide-eyed, just enough to catch sight of sunglasses and a helmet.
It's a cop. Oh shit.
The cop clearly hasn't managed to get a good look at them yet, because the first thing out of his mouth, audible even through the closed window, is:
"Don't you kids have somewhere better to be?"]