♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

“All right,” Hakuba said, speaking into his mobile as he jogged from the elevator to room that they’d agreed on. “I’m almost there, just calm down…" 

He knocked, waiting impatiently, and glanced at the watch on his wrist before checking the room number again. When there was no response, he frowned and fished out his keycard. “Saphir… I’m coming in, just wait a moment, all right?”

Once he got inside, a familiar sight greeted him; the ever-needy, murderous, obsessive Saphir, curled up in the singular armchair in the room. But even more familiar was the dark navy suit jacket around his shoulders.

"…Saphir,” Hakuba said, closing the door behind him and locking the deadbolt. “Were you going through my suitcase again?”

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