Job-hunting is the worst thing ever. Well, okay, it ties with moving. They're both pretty icky. And thus, in sympathy for your plight, I present SUPAAFLUFFMEISTER Inukai. Gack, I don't do sapp well and it shows.
Inui sat at the breakfast table and read the help wanted section for the third time that morning.
It was incomprehensible. That he should be laid off (let go, dropped, sent packing) seemed incomprehensible. That he should be six weeks without a job was inconceivable. That he should have only been contacted for two interviews in the duration was unfathomable.
And yet, it was all undeniable.
The help wanted section for the day was tiny. He had carefully circled the two jobs that may be acceptable in bright green and had memorized them dutifully. After Kaidoh left for his daily training, Inui would turn on his computer, print out his resumes, and make a trip to the post office. Then, after returning to the apartment, he would get on the phone and call. And call. And call. Countless smooth voices would tell him that yes, the resume was received and yes, they had his number and yes, they wouldn't hesitate to contact him. It was a song and dance that resulted in wasted time and Inui was becoming rapidly frustrated with the pointless...
A pair of arms embraced him from behind, interrupting his thought processes. One continued down to curl around his waist as the other gently pushed the newspaper out of Inui's hand and onto the table. A pair of warm lips pressed to the side of his neck and Inui's thought processes were promptly derailed from exasperation to pleasure.
"You worry too much," Kaidoh murmured into Inui's ear, the arm around the waist tightening and the other wandering to ultimately rest at Inui's collarbone.
"Ah. You think so?" Inui's voice hitched on the last syllable as Kaidoh bit gently on his earlobe.
"Of course. Job-hunting takes time, Sadaharu. It's only been six weeks." The younger man continued his lazy exploration of Inui's ear with his tongue. "Patience."
"Six weeks is too lo-" The hand at his collarbone abruptly turned Inui's head and Kaidoh kissed him, swallowing his words, turning them into a lengthy, pleased hum. When Kaidoh let him up for air, Inui panted for a few breaths and then swallowed. "You have a lot of faith in me."
"All anyone has to do is know you to have faith in you," Kaidoh said, smiling slightly at Inui's glazed expression. "They'll see what I see. You'll find your place again. It just needs time."
With a fond caress, Kaidoh disentangled himself from Inui, picked up his tennis bag, and left their apartment. Inui sat for a moment, staring at the door after it closed, and then turned back to the newspaper. "You are incorrect, Kaidoh. I have found my place. It's just a shame I cannot make money loving you."
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Inui sat at the breakfast table and read the help wanted section for the third time that morning.
It was incomprehensible. That he should be laid off (let go, dropped, sent packing) seemed incomprehensible. That he should be six weeks without a job was inconceivable. That he should have only been contacted for two interviews in the duration was unfathomable.
And yet, it was all undeniable.
The help wanted section for the day was tiny. He had carefully circled the two jobs that may be acceptable in bright green and had memorized them dutifully. After Kaidoh left for his daily training, Inui would turn on his computer, print out his resumes, and make a trip to the post office. Then, after returning to the apartment, he would get on the phone and call. And call. And call. Countless smooth voices would tell him that yes, the resume was received and yes, they had his number and yes, they wouldn't hesitate to contact him. It was a song and dance that resulted in wasted time and Inui was becoming rapidly frustrated with the pointless...
A pair of arms embraced him from behind, interrupting his thought processes. One continued down to curl around his waist as the other gently pushed the newspaper out of Inui's hand and onto the table. A pair of warm lips pressed to the side of his neck and Inui's thought processes were promptly derailed from exasperation to pleasure.
"You worry too much," Kaidoh murmured into Inui's ear, the arm around the waist tightening and the other wandering to ultimately rest at Inui's collarbone.
"Ah. You think so?" Inui's voice hitched on the last syllable as Kaidoh bit gently on his earlobe.
"Of course. Job-hunting takes time, Sadaharu. It's only been six weeks." The younger man continued his lazy exploration of Inui's ear with his tongue. "Patience."
"Six weeks is too lo-" The hand at his collarbone abruptly turned Inui's head and Kaidoh kissed him, swallowing his words, turning them into a lengthy, pleased hum. When Kaidoh let him up for air, Inui panted for a few breaths and then swallowed. "You have a lot of faith in me."
"All anyone has to do is know you to have faith in you," Kaidoh said, smiling slightly at Inui's glazed expression. "They'll see what I see. You'll find your place again. It just needs time."
With a fond caress, Kaidoh disentangled himself from Inui, picked up his tennis bag, and left their apartment. Inui sat for a moment, staring at the door after it closed, and then turned back to the newspaper. "You are incorrect, Kaidoh. I have found my place. It's just a shame I cannot make money loving you."