Another private jet— I’m getting serious deja vu over here. I wonder why we can’t just fly with others, I’ll never understand rich people. 

“Are you going to kick up another fuss about flying?”. Miyamura drapes himself across my shoulders like a cat stretching its limbs.

He’s heavy. Too heavy. 

“No sir, I’m not”. Once was enough. 

“Enough with the ‘sir’, I told you to stop that, didn’t I?”. He murmurs sensually into my ear.

Seriously, ...