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Ran was pretty sure he’d been sitting in his spot for barely 10 minutes and had seen Sanzu come and go past the reception room's open doors at least 4 times with a different package in his hands each time with an expression more annoyed than the last. When he saw the man come and go with another package for the 6th time, he finally decided to speak up.
"You know, I specifically remember that we bought a delivery service not even a month ago with men whose job is supposed to be doing what you are doing right now."
A hot pink head popped back into view, a furious expression on the man's face. "I swear to fucking god, I'd rather the bastard had let that rat whack me over the head and bash my brains in than be ordered around like a low-level grunt."
Ah, that explained things. “Why’s Koko making you bring them up yourself?”
“‘Cause the bastard is on Hanagaki duty and wants to do a damn fashion show but refuses to leave his office since I am ‘perfectly available’.” A scoff. “Perfectly available, my ass. If that asshat ever gets in trouble and a bat is coming for his head, I’m fucking supporting whoever the heck’s swinging.”
Sanzu continued on his aggressive rant as he moved away from the door and disappeared down the hallway. Ran guessed he’d be back soon enough if he had any other questions so he simply shrugged and went back to the magazine he was reading, snug against the reports he was supposed to be going over.
Rindou was just about to leave his office when Kakucho came in and leaned against the doorframe, looking like he was moments away from collapsing or exploding. He arched a brow. “May I help you?”
“Please tell your brother that he’s an absolute bastard and that I’m going to burn down his latest stash the next time I find it,” the raven groaned as he stalked over to the couch in the room and dropped down gracelessly, head bouncing back against the backrest. Rindou snorted, grabbing a cigarette from his table and offering it to the other. Kakucho gladly accepted it and allowed the older to light it. “What’d he do now?”
“He dropped by Koko’s office and saw him dressing up Takemichi in all the new clothes he ordered for him.”
“Okay? No problem there, though.”
“No, but Koko literally ordered the entire fall and winter collections of about 20 brands and your genius brother suggested getting the spring and summer collections as well before he proceeded to suggest even more brands. He also persuaded the man to get custom orders. I made the mistake of taking a peek at Koko’s phone while he was ordering something from Gucci and I wished I didn’t. Who the fuck pays that amount of shit in cash ?!"
Rindou tilted his head, frowning. “Alright… So what's the problem, again?”
Kakucho took a drag as he glared at the other. “The problem is that an expense like that is gonna leave a noticeable dent in our finances and the one who’s supposed to be managing them is acting completely blind to it.”
A shrug. The older shoved his hands into his pockets. “We’re probably the richest people in the country, if not the entirety of Asia. I literally don’t see anything wrong with it.”
“Takemichi might enjoy being spoiled right now, but when he turns back to his older self, he’ll be pissed at us for overspending beyond the generous limit he’s already given us. He’ll get mad at us, start yelling and crying, ignore us, and then ignore Mikey because he’d obviously approve of the overspending and would even add more shit to the shit that Koko’s already bought.”
Silence.
Rindou cleared his throat, grabbing his phone off of the table and loosening his necktie. “Yeah, let’s not die anytime soon.”
“ Thank you .”
Ran was having a blast. So was Takemichi, obviously.
It was a sight to see the usually tidy office be turned into an incoherent space that looked closer to a clearance sale in a market than an actual office. An expensive one, but a big mess nonetheless.
"Mitchy, how bout this one? Look, it'll bring out the colour of your eyes more."
"It will?"
The boy waddled over in a full Chanel attire, avoiding the piles of clothes around him and nearly tripping over a pair of sleek white sneakers before he made it safely into Koko’s waiting arms, immediately inspecting the new piece of article the silverette was holding up. Out of all of the clothes that were within the room, excluding the ones still being delivered over and those still in the hallway, the boy has probably only worn at least 20% of it all. Ran tried to calculate in his head how many times a day they’d have to change Takemichi’s clothes just so that he’ll be able to wear all of them according to the season the clothes were designed for. They better tip the laundry lady more than usual.
“It’s really soft and pretty, Koko-kun! What about a hat? Hats go with anything, right?”
“You are absolutely right and oh my god , I forgot to order hats. Oh, and accessories! Maybe I’ll finally get you those earrings I’ve been trying to get you to wear for the past month.”
“I don’t think his ears are pierced as he is right now,” Ran interjected. Koko frowned as he inspected the boy's earlobes, dismissively waving a hand. “I’ll just have them customise it as clip-ons.”
“Can I get many like Sanzu-kun? He has a lot of pretty earrings.”
“We’ll make sure to get ones that don’t look as rusty as his. And we’ll add gems and pearls.”
"Mitchy become pretty!”
“Exactly.”
Ran was just about to suggest to just get the boy’s ears pierced instead when his brother and Kakucho came into the room. He waved at them lazily. “Come watch the show, gentlemen. We’re moving into overalls and patterns.”
"I believe that Mitchy has enough clothes to last a full 20 years as he is right now," Rindou drawled, silently cursing as he tripped over some sort of jean jacket.
"He's lacking clothes for the warmer seasons," Ran made some space for his brother on the couch while Kakucho began gathering clothes and folding them properly. Feeling a tap on his knee, Ran leaned closer to his brother and waited for the younger to tell him what he wanted to say. The words that were whispered in his ear made him freeze. Clearing his throat and pulling on his tie to loosen it a bit, the older Haitani forced a smile as he spoke to the otherwise preoccupied duo.
"Now that I think of it, if we mix and match or have some of this cut and tailored, they'd already work for the hotter days."
Koko paused long enough from his gushing to give the man a frown. "Chanel's spring collection this year is a drip, though. And the blue shades of Balenciaga's summer special would look absolutely gorgeous on Mitchy."
"Sleep on it and order it later if you really want to, but this amount of clothes is enough for now." Rindou shuffled off of the raincoat Kakucho was tugging at from under him. The latter added the folded article onto the ever growing pile and turned to face the silverette again. "Enough is enough, Haj. I didn’t wanna do this,” he sighed. “Stop buying him too many clothes or I’m calling Inui and telling him exactly what you’ve been doing.”
The man stopped moving, maybe even stopped breathing entirely, before slowly twisting to face the scarred man with narrowed eyes. “You wouldn’t .”
Kakucho scowled, baring his teeth. “Try me.”
Koko glanced at the mess all around them and seemed to slowly come to his senses. Letting out a defeated sigh, he slumped in place and tossed his phone to the side, Ran catching it easily and quickly shoving it into his pocket, far from the younger’s reach. Kakucho nodded, satisfied. Takemichi had wandered off towards the table in the corner and returned to his drawings, gummy bag secured at his side. Rindou cleared his throat, scratching behind his ear. "Okay… so, where are we gonna put all of this now?"
“We could turn that old pantry into his play room and add a large closet while we’re at it.” Koko suggested. Ran hummed. “We don’t know how long this is gonna last, though.”
“Which is why we should get it done as soon as possible.”
Kakucho tilted his head in thought. “We could kick Sanzu out of his office and use that.”
The silverette scoffed, crossing his arms. “And if Mitchy accidentally finds a stash of that weirdo’s happy brownies? Or finds the secret door to a goddamned red room? That room should be barred shut, if anything.”
“Alright, not the health hazard mess. The pantry it is, then.” kakucho finished off another pile and huffed, propping his hands on his waist. “And while you’re working that out, we should also get people to move all of this. For god’s sake, Koko, did you really have to buy all of this?”
Sanzu bursted through the doors with another large box in his hands and a downright murderous look on his face. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH !”
Koko perked up, squinting at the logo on the box. “Alright, but that’s not mine.”
Rindou raised a brow at the suddenly uneasy Kakucho. “What’s wrong, Kaku?”
The man let out an awkward chuckle, not meeting anyone’s eye. “Well, that, uhm… that might be my package.”
“Oh?” The very tone the older Haitani used made it obvious that he had a shit-eating grin on his face. “And what’s in it, Hitto-kun?”
A long pause. Sanzu continued swearing to himself in the background, loud enough for the other to hear but quiet enough that Takemichi didn't.
Soon enough, the scarred raven deflated much like Koko had and murmured, “Books and toys for Takemichi.”
The two Haitanis chuckled. Koko rolled his eyes. “Hypocrite.”
Sanzu continued cursing off to the side before jumping in surprise when Takemichi suddenly appeared next to him. The death glares he got after the boy repeated the very colourful, extremely creative phrase he just said was a sign that playing delivery boy was going to be a breeze compared to what the others would be having him do as punishment.