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“..What’re ya so pissed off about?” He asks, face contorting into comical confusion as his cigarette hangs out of his mouth a little.
Tamsy almost flinches at the sudden change of attitude, right. This is Enjin. Master of deceitful seriousness. He comments as he rolls eyes in his mind internally.
The cleaner matches the other’s playfulness, shrugging his shoulders, “whatever do you mean, Enjin? I’m as happy as a hare.”
The man clicks his tongue, pointing an accusatory finger at him, “bullshit, I’m pretty darn tipsy but I know anger when I see it,” he says, snagging a drink from another cleaner with a platter who was serving another round.
Tamsy shakes his head, “anger? I was just caught off guard, that’s all.” He retorts kindly, declining a drink and opts for water instead.
“Uh-huh,” he agrees, obviously not buying it as he presses further, “so who pissed ya off? Delmon? Semiu? Did she ask for another porn mag? Jeez, I like seeing a pretty naked lady every once in a while but to actually collect ‘em? Nah,” he goes on, taking sips in between sentences.
“You probably must be super embarrassed when buying ‘em, ha!” He laughs, raising his glass and takes a huge gulp, downing it all.
Tamsy raises a brow, “it’s not embarrassing at all,” he confesses, shocking Enjin. “After all..” He prolongs the last syllable, adding a flirtatious tilt to his voice.
He smirks and lets down his hair, tucking a strand behind his ear, “I don’t swing that way,” he whispers, hiding a mischievous giggle behind his sleeve as he watches Enjin’s brain connect the dots in real time.
Once he does, he lets out an understanding ‘oooh’ and nods, “cool, I respect that.”
Tranquility then settles for a moment as Tamsy ties his hair back up, but then Enjin becomes rigid and points at himself, “wait. AM I THE REASON YER PISSED?!” He shouts, spit practically flying out of his mouth.
He says nothing.
“Whoa! What’s with the yelling, Enjin?” Riyo pipes up, sneaking behind the blonde and takes a seat behind him, Zanka follows, settling on Enjin’s other side.
They brought food with them, sliding a plate in front of the cleaner.
Enjin takes a bite of the food and swallows hard, “Tamsy’s friggin’ mad and I’m tryna guess who he’s mad at,” then he snaps his head towards the smaller man, “please man, be honest with me, will ya? I’m genuinely sorry.” He says, unseriously pleading.
Riyo laughs loudly, smacking Enjin’s back.
“Haha! He hit on you again, didn’t he Tamsy?” She asks, even though she knows the answer is yes.
The blonde chuckles, “right you are, Riyo. He even called me ‘sweetcheeks’, quite the charmer.” He snickers, poking fun at Enjin’s choice of words as Riyo bursts into another fit of laughter.
The man groans, “drop it, I’m so embarrassed right now. Can’t ya have some sympathy for me?” He begs pitifully, playing into his victimized role.
Zanka speaks up after carefully chewing his food, “as if, ya dug this hole yerself.”
Enjin shoves a forkful of food into his mouth, pouting at Zanka, deciding to keep quiet to not further humiliate himself.
“Don’t worry, Enjin. It’s not you who I’m mad at,” Tamsy says, trying to comfort the man as Riyo snaps out of her fit, an idea popping into her head.
“We should try and guess who it is! First one to guess correctly gets to know why!” She shouts, determined to guess, Tamsy hums in agreement and a fire is light within Enjin, now set on to beat his teammates.
Zanka sips a glass of tea, “no thanks, I’ll pass.” He says, already having an idea of who it is.
If anyone could make Tamsy mad.. It would probably be him. He concludes, continuing to eat his dinner in peace.
Riyo pouts, “you’re no fun, Zanka! Here, I’ll get some others to play,” she stands and waves over Eishia and Gris who were walking by.
She gives them the rundown of the situation and they promptly sit at the table.
They all go in a circle, starting with Riyo who guesses Delmon, which is wrong.
Speaking of Delmon.. How could he just leave me alone like that? Now I’m stuck with these nuisances. Tamsy complains, not exactly thrilled to be stuck in a situation like this.
Gris guesses himself, reasoning with his remark on Rudo’s mission by calling him heartless, Tamsy says no and assures the supporter that he took no offense.
Eishia fidgets with her jinki, nervous that all eyes are on her, she mutters out her brother’s name, thinking that he may have offended the blonde at some point with his careless demeanor.
She’s wrong, August has never crossed the line with Tamsy, be it out of pure coincidence or just that they have never interacted enough for Tamsy to be angry with him. That made her let out a sigh of relief, happy that her brother hadn't irked him.
They all say different names of both cleaners and supporters, eventually stumped as they couldn’t name anyone else.
At some point, Zanka had left for his own room, he already knew the answer and seeing everyone attempt to guess who it was was fun for a bit, until he came to the conclusion that they’d never guess it, unless it was Enjin. Because.. Why wouldn’t it be him?
They all groan and complain, “just who is it, Tamsyyy..?” Riyo begs sleepily, head against the table as she racks her brain to think of someone she or anyone else hadn’t named.
Enjin puts his coat around her, sobered as his head cleared the longer they played despite drinking all throughout it. “Alright, playtime’s over for you missy, let’s get you and Eishia to bed,” he motions over to Gris, who had placed his jacket over Eishia.
The supporter stands, “I can take them both, Enjin. I know you’d like to hang around some more,” he states, carrying Riyo and Eishia in each arm as he holds them up by under their thighs.
The healer blushes, immediately wide awake after realizing he’s carrying her, “p-please let me down, Gris! I-I can.. I can walk!” The man shakes his head, “don’t worry about it, Eishia.”
The girl sputters some more, clearly fighting a losing battle as Gris chuckles.
In front of him, Enjin whistles, “damn that’s hot,” he takes a sip from his billionth drink, “Gris is like mega strong, no doubt ‘bout that, but wow,” Tamsy’s face falls flat, hearing Enjin pine over the man was like scratching a fork on glass. Annoying.
“Is Enjin talkin’ ‘bout Gris again?” A familiar voice cuts in, right next to him. It’s Semiu.
“Unfortunately, yes.” He confirms, taking the drink she has out for him, he thanks her.
Enjin sees this and frowns, “hey you didn’t get me a drink,” he says dejected, she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “ya got one in ya hands.”
He huffs, “yeah but like, after I finish this one.”
Semiu raises a brow, then sighs in defeat, letting Enjin win this one time.
She turns to Tamsy, “so, what were ya’ll doing before I came?” Before Tamsy could even speak, Enjin interrupts him and recounts Rudo apologizing to him, Tamsy revealing that he likes guys to him, then finally Team Akuta’s guessing game, minus Zanka and Rudo, that just ended.
But he conveniently left out the part where he flirted with Tamsy. Which the man filled in for her.
The receptionist burst out laughing, slapping the table as she did, “you serious, Enjin!? Ya didn’t know Tams was gay?” She asks, genuinely shocked as she wipes a tear from her eye.
The man rubbed his neck awkwardly, “hey, I just thought you were a feminine guy Tams, no offence.” He confesses, and Tamsy scoffs with no ill intent.
“I thought it was pretty obvious, was it not?” He turns to Semiu, who agrees, saying that she knew ever since she first saw him, which got her an unimpressed look and a stifled laugh from Enjin.
They all take a sip of their drinks, basking in the now quiet dining hall after the huge rush of people, then Semiu adjusts her glasses and asks, “so, who are ya mad at, Tams?” Leaning against the table, she looks at him through her glasses.
He hums, “who do you think?” He questions back, a smirk on his face as Enjin senses an unspoken name between them.
He slams his fist against the table, “hey! No secret looks! I can sense it, in my balls.” He says seriously, pointing down to his crotch. They both shoot him a grossed out look.
“That’s gross, Enjin.” Semiu comments, looking down at her watch, then getting up, “I gotta go, I only dropped by to speak with the boss,” Tamsy’s eyebrow twitches, and Enjin notices.
As Semiu leaves, she waves them goodbye and they both tell her not to have too much fun on her time off. She leaves with a grin, “no promises!” And with that, she’s gone.
Now, it’s just Tamsy and Enjin.
As they continue to sip at their drinks, Tamsy initiates the conversation, an eased smile on his face as he looks at the other man through his thick lashes, “so, do you know?”
The man swallows the last drop of alcohol, setting the glass on the table with a light click.
“Yeah, I know,” he confirms, and Tamsy doesn’t reply. They sit together like that for a moment.
“Does he fuck you good?”
“Enjin, what.”
“Just lookin’ out for a friend here,” he raises his arms in surrender. “Besides, I’m an expert as all the ladies would say,” he says proudly, wiggling his brows. Tamsy rolls his eyes and gets up to leave.
Enjin jumps out of his seat and runs after him, “hey! I guessed correctly! Tell me the reason!!!”
Eventually, Tamsy tells him.
And he laughs. At him.
Someone get this idiot out of my face before I punch him.
“Yer mad ‘cuz, holy shit, ‘cuz he fucked you too nicely?” He wheezes in between words, “and is shit at aftercare!?” He laughs louder, at this point, Enjin is clutching at his sides as he doubles over and shakes as he tries to stop laughing.
He fucked me too gently because he’s an emotional coward. We’re both in too deep and he doesn’t want to say anything, I won’t stop him because, unfortunately, I need to be in this dump for myself.
And his aftercare is.. Fine. I guess, but he thinks too much to the point where I can sense it and it’s honestly so annoying… Is what Tamsy wants to say, but he can’t.
And so, Tamsy’s stuck there, standing over the man with the meanest scowl he could muster.
As his laughter dies down and he stands back up to his full height, Enjin runs a hand through his hair.
“Oh man, but in all seriousness, Tams, just tell the guy. I mean, I can’t give any advice on aftercare, lowkey, ‘cuz I’m an ass, I know.” He admits, “but like, if ya want it rough, then tell him.” Strangely enough, Enjin’s tone is genuine and kind.
Tamsy nods, hoping to flee from this conversation.
Then the cleaner opened his mouth again, “holy shit! It just settled in, you’re actually fucking the boss!”
And there goes the semi-sincere moment.
“Goodnight, Enjin.” He says, then he’s gone with the wind as he speedwalks to his room.
“Night, Tams! Don’t break yer back! Or knees!”
Why did I decide to talk to him at all?