Out of the Gun Fire, Into the Fangirls

[Caleb Sinclair]

Caleb still didn't want to pout, but, after that kind of threat, that might have been exactly what he was doing. "Prick." And that was a low mutter and a sulk, and, at the same time, incredibly fitting. It was exactly what Hikaru was at the moment, after all. He was a colossal prick. He had one've those too, but that was beside the point-- that was beside the point and something he hadn't meant to think about.

He groused and sulked and shifted his weight a small amount, but he was reluctant to move too much, balanced as he was on Hikaru's shoulder. He wasn't entirely pleased with the position, especially when it meant he couldn't see what was going on at the moment, but he had no interest in hitting the deck a second time. Once was more enough in one day. It didn't make being carried at all any less awkward, though. Revenge would have to be planned, but for now he could enjoy the little things.

"You better call me 'your majesty'." That was something he could enjoy, even though it was a play on the princess thing. He had started it, anyway, so he had only himself to blame, and seeing it was his fault in the first place? Caleb figured he might as well enjoy what he could get from it. Royal titles were certainly a plus. And they put the peasants in line. Like his second at the moment. If he liked it or not he was definitely a peasant right now.

He was a peasant that had a fair amount of control, though. Caleb frowned, as the rest of Hikaru's last sentence sunk in. He had been more focused on snark and asserting himself than realising what the other man said, and now that he thought about it, he supposed Hikaru was right. He might have been the gang leader here, but right now his second was in charge.

"You have a control kink or som-- HEY!" His bastard best friend had just bit him. On the arse. The arse. Caleb was pretty sure biting your boss was not supposed to be a thing. He was pretty sure talking about being in control and then biting wasn't supposed to be a thing, either. "So gonna get you back. So. Gonna. Get. You. Back." Something like that couldn't be allowed to pass without some kind of retribution. It couldn't be allowed to pass without being called out for what it was, either. "Pretty sure controlling doesn't turn on the women, either."

Okay. That was wrong. It could turn on some people, but... but he wasn't going to pay attention to that thought. Nope. No way. Definitely not. He was supposed to be scolding Hikaru, after all, and that kind of thing didn't involve thinking or talking about bedroom personalities.

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru shook his head at the retorts. There was little Caleb could do to him right now. His arms were full of clothing and he couldn't move much if he didn't want to end up on the ground again. It was quite amusing that for once the second in command was calling all the shots. Seeing that the coast looked clear, he stepped outside, a grin plastered on his face.

Oh, how humiliating this could be. He wasn't bothered by the fact that he was walking around in nothing but his underwear. He didn't think Caleb would appreciate being seen similarly while over another man's shoulder. That was a little emasculating. Maybe they could go out for ice cream to make him feel better or something. Actually that sounded like a good idea. A bit of ice cream, get dressed, then go properly party for a job well done in not dying today.

He chortled as he clearly startled his boss. It's not a kink. I just know I'm a top, He clarified for his friend. Did he enjoy being on top in certain situations, absolutely, but it was just a natural thing for him. He rarely let someone else take the lead in majority of his life. Clearly gang missions were an exception considering that Caleb was top dog and he was not, but he didn't let anyone else boss him around quite this much.

Hikaru walked nonchalantly down the street, eying up the cars as he passed by them. Few were suitable to his tastes, but he was snobby with his vehicles. Yep, get me back, very scared, He answered absently as he found something that he thought would be a proper get away car. He didn't really worry about what Caleb would do to him. A couple of crappy jobs, probably babysitting a few of the newer recruits then it would be back to normal for him. Yep, such a punishment.

Your carriage awaits, Highness, He announced before leaning down to place Caleb back on his feet. Before walking away to get in and hot wire the car, Hikaru leaned close with a smile. No one complains when I'm in control. They looove what I give them. He moved away then, still poking at the temporary power play between them. He had to take full advantage of the few chances he was given. The opportunity was coming to an end and he would shortly be just the chauffeur. Joy of joys.

[Caleb Sinclair]

Caleb was pretty sure he and Hikaru must've made one helluva sight for each and every passerby; it mustn't be every day they saw two men on the street in their underwear, one thrown over the other's shoulder, and left holding their bundled clothes. It made him thankful he didn't care too much about every passerby, 'cause this would've been awkward as hell if he did. It was still pretty awkward, though.

Even so, he knew to be thankful for the small miracles. At least none of the crew had come across them? Those the two were closest to knew the kinds of ridiculous shenanigans they could often wind up in, but the newer recruits? It was best to keep some semblance of authority around them. Caleb had seen plenty of ambitious pups try and take over a gang, and he didn't want to experience that. He'd been betrayed before; it was hard to avoid that kind of thing on the street, but he hadn't had someone try and take the gang from him yet.

He seemed to be having trouble keeping his authority around Hikaru, though. It was something that happened more often than one would think, though he didn't mind as much as he played into. Ranks didn't matter so much when it came to him and his second. Not unless he was purposely abusing the boss thing just to be difficult, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"You're so not cute." Bastard best friend was far from cute right now. If anything he was being a pain in the arse, but Caleb wasn't about to voice that. He didn't think he wanted to encourage another bite, and that would encourage something like that, wouldn't it? Hikaru enjoyed taking advantage of things like that as much as he did. "Bet I know a couple of girls that would challenge how you think of yourself as a top too."

He ran into the craziest of characters sometimes, after all...

Caleb didn't care to think about suggesting names to Hikaru, though, instead he was more interested in that revenge. He had thought it would have to wait, that it would take a bit more planning, but it seemed an opportunity had presented itself sooner than he expected. Hikaru had just put him down, after all. Hikaru was right there and snarking at him too.

He shifted the bundle of clothes under one arm and caught the back of his friend's neck while he was close, and from there? It really wasn't hard to bite down on the side of his neck. It might have been just a little harder than Hikaru'd bitten him too. Just enough to leave a satisfactory bruise. "Consider me complaining, then. And I warned you 'bout playing this game with me, didn't I?" With those words and a cheerful hum to himself, Caleb climbed into the car. And damn it, he definitely wasn't blushing. Nope. Not in the least.

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru frowned at his friend. Not cute. He was down right adorable when he wanted to be. He had all kinds of sexy going on. He was just as confident in himself as Caleb was and knew that he could prove him wrong. He just usually showed off in a more bloody and fatal way. He didn't have to drop his drawers in front of a crowded room to prove anything. He should be paid for that kind of thing.

And how much would that challenge cost me? He asked, doubting that that kind of fun would be free. Unless it was someone he was seriously interested in, he wouldn't want to be put through his paces for nothing. Only Caleb could get pretty much anything out of him with little going into his pocket at any given time. It was such a privilege to be his best friend. They really did give each other a lot of wiggle room with all these personal rules floating around.

That upper hand that he thought he had for the moment was quickly taken from him. He knew Caleb would actually get back at him, but this had been unexpected. There was a look of pure shock on his face when Caleb bit him. Hey, ow. He knew he hadn't bit the other man quite that hard and he pressed his fingers to the pained area. Damn, man. I didn't realize I was playing with a vampire, He complained. He pulled his hand away to check if Caleb actually drew blood. There was none, but it felt like there should be.

He pouted a little as he walked around the car and got in the driver seat. Still not afraid to play this game. You know how I am with challenges, He said absently, eyes closed and face going blank as his fingers flitted over the wires under the wheel. Sometimes eye sight was just a distraction. Moments later the engine roared to life. Surprisingly the police still hadn't shown back up. Better for them in their half dressed state.

Hikaru put the car into gear and pulled away from the curb. What kind of ice cream do you want? He asked, actually driving like a normal person for once. He could only do so many reckless things at once after all. Currently, the reckless thing he was allowing himself was trying to rifle through the pile of clothes Caleb was holding, searching for his pair of pants and his wallet.

[Caleb Sinclair]

How much would the ladies cost? Probably a fair bit. Caleb hadn't asked. He could flirt with the best, but he wasn't the kind of man to hire that kind of fun. He would rather spend his cash on beautiful, beautiful firearms. And clothes. He could admit he spent more than he should on clothes. He supposed he could spend money on Hikaru too, but that would be entertainment for another day.

"I'll look into it for your birthday." He could still make the potential promise, at least. Even when it was the immediate entertainment he was more focused on now. He found incredible, ridiculous satisfaction in the upper hand he had taken from his friend. He was rather proud about it, in fact. Caleb did have a knack for the unexpected, and it seemed he'd properly knocked his friend off balance. At least a little. Good. He could settle back into his place on top, and not let himself feel flustered about what he'd done.

In fact he could smirk about it, and pretend his face didn't feel the least bit hot. "What's the matter? Don't tell me you can't handle a rough bite, you poor thing." He had no doubt Hikaru could handle a rough bite and pay it back, truth be told, but that didn't matter. He wasn't about to pay attention to little details and facts like that, not when he wanted to take this victory and run with it.

He was going to continue to run with that victory too, even after his second recovered and made a claim to bravery as he climbed into the car. Sure. Whatever he wanted to say. Caleb still felt he had a victory here, and he was going to enjoy it, thank you very much. "Whatever you say, man. I'm just gonna be here basking in my victory." He was gonna be here basking in his victory for as long as he could get away with.

Th taunt and promise of ice cream that followed when Hikaru pulled out of park did draw a look, but, even then, he wasn't about to let that take from his win. In fact, if his friend wanted to play that card, he would play right along with it. "Cookies and cream for sure. The ice cream of awesome." He paused when he felt the other man rummage through the bundle of clothes he was holding in his lap, dark eyes sliding away from Hikaru's face and to that hand. He didn't want to admit that flustered feeling might be returning. He wanted to continue to enjoy his victory, not think about how close that hand was to certain territory.

[Ru Fukui]

Light violet eyes drifted toward Caleb. Really? He would get him a dominatrix for his birthday? Well, he couldn't say it wasn't original. He wasn't sure he would be fond of someone else trying to take control on what was supposed to be his day. Granted, he didn't like when most people tried to do that on any day. Yeah, they would have to work something else out. He wanted to like whatever it was Caleb was going to get him.

Still, he laughed lightly, pleased enough that they could jest about such things. How many best friends could say that they would try to get you topped as a present? Strippers, sure, but actually dominated was something else entirely. He had a good and very strange friend. Strangely enough he had to learn when to keep his big yap shut. Arrogant little thing, Caleb was. One hard bite and he thought he was king of the world. Hikaru shook his head, sighing a little.

Dare he let him keep this win? Nah, that was too nice of him. It'll be short lived. You know I can beat you, He stated, giving the boss a steely look. I like ya, kid. You got a pretty face; don't make me break it. For a moment, Hikaru looked entirely serious. It looked like he might actually try beating the tar out of his best friend. That moment passed and Hikaru gave a broad grin. Yeah, he might have to throw a few punches if he really needed to, but he would never actually do anything to hurt Caleb.

He snorted at the other man's choice in ice cream. Yum, soggy Oreo pieces, He mocked with a chortle. In all honesty, cookies and cream wasn't the worst flavor out there, but he wouldn't call it awesome. Who was he to bitch, though? About ice cream anyway. He frowned as he realized just how much of an issue getting his wallet was. Hey, help a guy out, huh? He said, still trying to divide his attention between his search and watching the road. They had evaded capture and death once today; he would like to keep that streak going.

[Caleb Sinclair]

If he bought a dominatrix or two for his best friend, it would be more about amusing himself than it being a good present. He was well aware Hikaru liked to be who called the shots in the bedroom-- he heard about it enough, anyway. And it made sense he supposed. He just didn't mind rocking the boat when he could. And his best friend would still love him, no matter what he pulled.

He'd still love him through this victory too, even if he might sulk about it. Hikaru just had to learn you couldn't beat this king of the castle. Even with a clever threat and a look like that. Especially with a clever threat and a look like that. Caleb knew it wasn't serious, but someone claiming they'd break his face? He'd heard it before. From people that'd actually give it a good try too.

"I know you wish you could beat me." Caleb shot his friend a smirk. "And I like to think I'm more ruggedly handsome than baby faced. Good lookin' either way, though." He reached over to pat Hikaru's knee, while that cocksure smirk eased to more of an actual smile. It was still cocksure, though. "Pretty sure I can hold my own in a good fight too." Hikaru was damn good, there was no mistake about that, but Caleb's ego demanded he claim he could stand up to him.

There would be no fighting in the car, though. Instead it was off to get ice cream. "Well, there's also rum and raisin. And the rainbow one was my thing when I was a kid." He shrugged with a light laugh. Who would've thought gangsters would argue about ice cream? Then again, who would've thought a couple of gangsters would drive down the road in nothing but their underwear after a strip show? Which brought his attention back to the clothes in his lap. And Hikaru's hand.

"I was waiting to see how long it'd take you to grope at something you didn't mean to." Caleb paused, and then shook his head. He probably shouldn't go there, should he? Right. He had to get his best friend's wallet. And pants. Unless he planned to buy ice cream in his underwear. With that in mind he shifted through the clothes, tossing the wallet into Hikaru's lap and then his jeans. And he should really think about getting dressed too, shouldn't he?

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru raised a brow at Caleb. He didn't just wish he could beat the boss. He was sure he good given that he had just that little bit more reach. Fighters that were equal in skill were only set apart when body build came into play. Granted, Caleb could play dirty and win that way, but that wasn't really the point of the conversation. This was just bragging between friends. Hold your own, absolutely. But for how long? He asked, waving a finger at his friend.

Then there's the fact that I would spank you with a sword. He wouldn't consider himself a master at swordplay, but Hikaru knew that he would certainly prevail if they were using that particular weapon. Thank you, Mom, for sending him to all those lessons when he was little. Horrah for him. All this posturing did make a guy hungry. He shifted in his seat, trying to remember where a good ice cream parlor in their vicinity.

He gave a small smile as Caleb told him what kind of ice creams he enjoyed. It wasn't a typical topic that actually came up in their line of work so it was interesting to learn these little tid bits. Always been a fan of mint chocolate chip myself. The green kind, He admitted. There was just always something about it that made his day a little brighter. The coloring also seemed to help make that mint flavor pop. Some weird mental trick he was sure.

His mind was diverted as Caleb commented on potentially groping something accidentally. While he knew exactly what the other man was referring to, Hikaru chose to be just that much of a jerk in his response. Oh, was there something else I could have grabbed? Huh, didn't find anything interesting. He grinned, pulling his hand back and adjusting his pants in his lap. He didn't want the loose fabric to tangle around his legs while he tried to get out. It wouldn't do for both of them to fall today.

He slowed the vehicle as he found somewhere to purchase their treat and parked in a spot close to the door. Any toppings, princess? Hikaru asked while pulling a few bills out of his wallet. He should probably make sure that he got everything right rather than just guessing at what Caleb would want. He didn't want the sweet dessert to end up thrown at him or something if the boss wasn't one hundred percent pleased.

[Caleb Sinclair]

"I'm awesome, remember? So I could hold my own for a damn long time." He might even win. Except probably not. He might have had an ego on him, but he was smart about it. He knew how to judge a fight, and knew when it was time to get the hell out of dodge. He was cocksure and full of himself, but he wasn't stupid.

He wasn't much use in a sword fight, either. He was utterly rubbish with blades and knives, in fact. Caleb snorted. Fine. He could give Hikaru that, at least. He knew his weaknesses and wasn't about to claim he could do something he couldn't. "Sure. Sure. Swords are old hat, anyway. Guns are where it's at now." Except not really. Gangs tended to use whatever weapons they could get, and that included swords.

Caleb decided not to think about it. He might be incredibly unskilled in that area, but swords didn't mean much when someone had a gun and space between them. Swords didn't mean much when he was quick on his feet and could dodge that shit, either. He hadn't had his head lopped off yet, anyway.

And it was just like them to go from talking about fights, guns and swords to talking about ice cream. Caleb shot his friend a cheeky smile. "Mint? Ew." Hikaru had made fun of cookies and cream, so he was allowed to do the same of mint. He also just didn't particularly like the flavour. He didn't know how others found it, but it was a flavour Caleb found far too sharp for his tastes.

The two had also gone from talking about ice cream to his crotch. Caleb frowned at his best friend's comment. He might have even pouted. "Alright, man, that was just mean." He put on a show of leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head. "You just didn't grope around long enough to find the prize."

Not that the prize was for Hikaru. That would imply things that probably shouldn't be implied, right? Right. They were getting ice cream, weren't they? his friend had just parked the car and was even asking him about it. "I'm fine without toppings. Now go and get that ice cream, slave." Yep. That was what Hikaru could be. He certainly wasn't a prince or a king or anything like that. Maybe he was a knight, but that would give his friend an ego boost.

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru gave a small shrug. Maybe one day the two of them would have a good spar and see just who would come out on top. He couldn't help but feel like he had an edge considering years of actual training. It had been a long time since he was professionally trained, but his body would remember even if his mind would recall all the moves right now. Maybe he should try getting back into that.

He glanced at his friend, snorting a little. Guns are common. Any idiot can work one of those. A sword requires skill, precision, and intelligence. You really have to know how to handle your instrument. Obviously Hikaru had a real respect for a weapon he didn't use often. He had to after all the effort that had gone into learning what he had thus far. Not to mention, his words doubled into another area of his life that had nothing to do with fighting and he had just as much confidence in his skills there as well.

It was just like he was confident in his ice cream choice. He liked his ice cream and he had poked at Caleb's pick. Fair was fair. However he might just have to try and convince his boss to try mint ice cream. Right, ice cream. His devious little mind went to passing off a nice bit of wasabi off as the colored cream. Now that was a good deal meaner than a small insult to Caleb's ego. Reducing the man to tears was something only the very best of friends were able to do.

He was safe for now until he found another way to poke holes in his over confidence. Ru laughed aloud. I got your prize right here, Cal, He replied, his hand going to his own lap. There was no chance of someone missing what he had to offer if he had been in Caleb's position moments ago. He bundled his pants as he pushed the door open.

You're getting whipped cream. Hikaru has plans for that whipped cream now that Caleb had tossed that slave comment out there. Was he really bothered by it? No. However he couldn't let it go lightly. This was the game and he had to play it all the way through. He tossed his pants over his shoulder, aiming vaguely for Caleb's face as he got out in nothing but his briefs to purchase their treat. He had looks, charm, and muscle on his side. He was sure he could get service even without a shirt or shoes. Or pants.

[Caleb Sinclair]

Caleb had more respect for swords and those who could use them than his words implied, but he wasn't about to admit to such respect, not when he and his best friend were caught in a game like this. He also respected Hikaru. Most of the time, but right now he was focused on his victory. And defending his own skills. "Yeah, sure. Any idiot can pick up a gun, but it takes skill to use one properly."

And he knew how to use guns properly. He might not have the kinds of traditions in his background Hikaru did, and maybe there was a small part of him that was even a bit jealous of that, but it didn't mean he wasn't good at what he could do. He might have been the American white boy from a normal enough home, but he'd picked up on what the streets had to teach him incredibly quickly. He'd also bothered to get the gun lessons. And defensive driving lessons. Hikaru might be the one behind the wheel at the moment, but Caleb was pretty sure he was the better driver.

He liked to think he was better in bed too. He might not be quite as endowed as the bastard beside him, but he knew how please his partners. It was kind of his job to talk up his confidence too. He was awesome personified and the epitome of sex appeal, right? There was no room for doubts and insecurities when you had that kind of reputation to uphold.

Caleb let his gaze drop to Hikaru's lap. "That." He stopped himself, frowning. What a time to realise he had nothing to say to that. Normally he could comment on just about anything, and sexual humour was far from new to him, but he had just hit a mental wall and he had no idea what to say. Um. He covered it up with a grunt and looked out his window. He was well aware that hadn't been smooth at all, but hopefully Hikaru wouldn't notice. Or maybe he could just cover it up by commenting on Hikaru's last comment.

"Whipped cream, huh? That for the actual ice cream or something else?" There. Wit. It felt lacking to him after his earlier mess up, but that was fine. It still worked. And hopefully his best friend paid more attention to that than what happened before. If not, then hopefully his best friend paid more attention to ice cream than what happened before.

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru gave a small nod of agreement with Caleb. Yeah, it did take skill to properly wield a gun. Really being effective with it took time and practice like anything else. You're right, and I think you might have finally gotten the hang of it yourself. Caleb was actually one of the best with a gun that he had seen. He couldn't say that though since neither of them gave each other the credit that was due. That would be too kind and make things boring. Pushing buttons was just what they did.

It was pretty clear that eight inches was a button with Caleb. He actually said nothing in response to Hikaru's prize. He was always pleased when he found some small way to make the other man flustered. If he couldn't make a good, snarky comeback, then that meant something had made him stumble mentally. It tucked this little piece of knowledge away for later use. Any little leg up he had would come in handy at some point. One does not just toss such gifts away.

Now, for ice cream. I'll let you use your imagination, He said before closing the car door and walking into the parlor. His intentions for the whipped cream were both for the ice cream and going to get messy, but Caleb didn't need to know that. Plans of attack were meant to remain secret. Surprise was one of the best ways to win a battle of any kind. Being surprisingly half naked was obviously enough to stun the young girl behind the counter.

The gangster was pretty sure she wanted to tell him to be dressed before she served him, but couldn't seem to get the words out. It took several minutes, a lot of verbal direction, and plenty of teasing for him to get what he wanted, but he was finally able to leave. Even better was the fact that he didn't have to pay since she was still dumbstruck and staring and he managed to talk her into giving him a whole can of whipped cream. Bonus.

Juggling the three items, Hikaru managed to get back in the car without incident and handed Caleb his cookies and cream. I don't think they're used to having half naked men in there. The girl seemed pretty stunned, He commented, setting the can down between them so he could take a few bites of his own ice cream. Their gang was pretty well known for crazy shit, so what the hell had their people been up to? Disappointing. Or maybe it was just the two of them that would do weird things like this.

[Caleb Sinclair]

Caleb snorted at the comment about his skill, but left the topic alone after that. They both knew they would never compliment each other; not in a situation like this, at least. Maybe they would once they were caught in a more serious moment than sitting in a car in their underwear, about to buy ice cream, but that moment wouldn't come today. He was pretty sure it wouldn't, at least.

He also wanted to leave that other topic alone, thanks to that mental stumble. It didn't happen often, but the fact it had happened with Hikaru made it worse. He should have been able to make a comment easily. He should have been able to snark and provide plenty of sarcasm. He shouldn't have run into a mental block the moment he spared a deliberate look towards his best friend's lap when he didn't have pants on.

Mmph.

The incredibly dangerous gang leader sulked as he focused on his window. He didn't want to let his imagination run rampant either, right now. There were all kinds of innuendo and wit that could be made where whipped cream was concerned, especially when there were two guys in nearly nothing involved, but after his stumble that was a topic he didn't want to try touching. What if he experienced another stumble and mental road block? That just wouldn't be cool. Or smooth.

While Hikaru was fetching their ice cream, Caleb probably should have pulled some of his clothes on. Probably. He hadn't thought to, though. Instead he had divided his attention between his window and rummaging through his clothes for his smartphone once that became boring for him. He probably should do the serious gang leader thing and check his messages and the like, shouldn't he? That was kind of important.

It also hadn't lasted long, because by the time Hikaru returned to the car, ice cream in hand, Caleb was murdering little round pigs by making equally fat birds commit suicide. That was what those bastards got for stealing eggs! Except, you know, those eggs would probably be orphans by the time the troop of pissed off birds got their revenge, considering the pathetic squawks they made before exploding into feathery debris.

"I think you're a little more than half naked." Caleb accepted his ice cream and set his phone aside. He might be a bit of a big kid, but he wasn't about to touch his phone with sticky fingers. His answer might have been a touch more careful than he would like to admit too. He really didn't want to hit another mental wall. "An' she probably thought you were some creep." To be fair, though, what kind of people walked around in just their underwear? Creeps, drunkards, and the mentally unstable. And them. Okay. Caleb might have been a little bothered by that.


Right. Topic change! "Seriously, though. What is the whipped cream for?"

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru knew that somewhere deep down in all the banter and nasty jabs was really respect and some affection for each other. If there weren't they he didn't think the relationship between them would have lasted. One or the other of them would be dead right now if there were true animosity. Yet, here they sat with ice cream in their hands like normal friends.

Okay, not so normal. They were only decked out in purple underwear. The fact that their colors choices were so similar was probably something to be thought about but Ru really didn't want to. It was their signature gang color so why wouldn't they have violet underthings? Yes, quite reasonable. It was also quite reasonable for a confident, good-looking man to want to show them off. Right? Sure, let's go with that. Creep? She did not think I was creepy. I think the fact that she was practically hopping over the counter at me can attest to that, He responded haughtily. It wasn't his fault that he was just that damn attractive.

He readjusted himself so he could resume driving once more. To properly answer Caleb's question, he had to do a few things. First, he picked up the can and gave it a casual shake. The can is for this, He answered, tipping the can upside down and spraying the contents into his mouth like a rational person. Anyone who didn't do that was just insane. It certainly was part of this product's main function.

Now that that was out of the way, Hikaru pulled out into traffic once more and opened the passenger side window with the push of a button. Your whipped cream is for this. Hikaru knew full well that the airy topping could not hold up against the wind caused by an accelerating car with an open window. He actually knew this first hand given that he had a cruel baby sitter when he was young.

This knowledge proved finally useful as he planned this sticky end for his friend. Okay, not end, but it would be an unpleasant car ride back home! At least Caleb was down to his boxers and wouldn't necessarily get his overpriced clothes messy. That would probably have been worse and caused quite the hissy fit. He did not need to hear the laments of the prissy fashionista that lived somewhere in Caleb's twisted mind, thank you very much.

[Caleb Sinclair]

Caleb took a slow bite of his ice cream as he favoured his friend with a sideways glance, clearly sceptical about his claim. He could believe that a room filled with drunk women who had paid to see skin might want to jump Hikaru, but a clerk behind the counter in an ice cream parlour? He didn't believe that so much. Attractive or not, a nearly naked man walking into your shop was still weird.

"Creep." He repeated with a firm nod, and then took another bite of his ice cream. Even if he wasn't near naked, his best friend could be pretty creepy. So could Caleb, admittedly. He didn't see anything wrong with his behaviour, but the normal folk tended to react rather poorly to the kinds of things the two of them found fun. Like shoot-outs, kicking arse, and ruining rival gang members' days.

Ice cream, stripping shenanigans, and running from the police could be pretty fun too, actually. Well, it was fun if they didn't get caught. Caleb didn't see any police, so he was going to assume they had gotten away. He had that kind of devil's luck, and he was pretty sure their successful getaway was all on him. Hikaru had been caught once before, after all. He hadn't. Ever. His second should really remember things like that when he thought he could get the best of him.

Or his second could just keep trying. Caleb looked from Hikaru to the now open window, but before he could ask what the point of that was he quickly found out. He might have squawked. Maybe. Caleb was more focused on the whipped cream than what sound he might have made. "What the hell was-- that was your plan the entire time, wasn't it?" He shot Hikaru a look. "Making me look like I'm in some dirty movie without the cameras." Without the cameras and in a moving car, rather than, you know, a car that was parked in some dark alleyway.

"Can't say I'm used to being covered in sticky white stuff, Ru." Caleb had almost sulked. At least until an idea entered his head; then he smirked as he scooped some of the cream off his chest with a finger and popped it in his mouth. "You do realise this means war, yes?" Yes. It definitely meant war, and war meant he snatched that can of whipped cream, leant over so he could pull out the waist band of Hikaru's boxer briefs, and squirt a generous helping of whipped cream down there. Bonus points if they didn't crash the car.