He never did feel like he had many friends. Acquaintances? Sure. Family? No shit. Adversaries? Quite a few actually. One night stands? Well, more than he’s willing to admit.
That’s an entirely different game altogether. Two people in a relationship based on mutual affection and understanding, sans sex. It was a difficult concept, at best.
Which is why Capek Rossumovi was so special.
A friend. An actual flesh and blood friend who engaged in conversations and gave books and listened to him when he talked and never said anything bad about his clothes.
Jiyun smiled, pushing the floral arrangement slightly to the left. He rummaged through his bag, pulling out another handful of glitter to toss unceremoniously onto the bed before looking around the tiny underground apartment. Flower petals and fine glitter (the annoying kind that’s near impossible to remove once it’s been placed) covered the floor and furniture. Streamers hung limply from one corner of the room, dangling from the ceiling like strips of brightly colored house intestines. A garish cake with the words “best friends” written lovingly in green frosting sat on the counter, next to some kind of cooked meat and bottles of beer.
Everything was perfect.
Now, time to find the main attraction.