#; also shamelessly teasing the so TEASABLE Sullivan omg

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Watching Sullivan attacking his food was like witnessing an unsure animal going for the leftovers left in the garden. He was greedy, stuffing his cheeks with no ceremony while he barely had time to swallow. Kaizen was slower on his side; he was hungry, but it was controllable. There was no rush after all; after that breakfast he would certainly head to the swimming pool for his daily exercises and leave Sullivan under supervision while he would get new clothes and perhaps a bit more sleep. He casually picked the food with his fork, distracted for one second by a few texts from Gambit. Apparently, they were having a meeting with Diego later at night - already a headache. But a new spa building will be added to the Cleaners’ collection in the Nebula. 

“Mmh.” Kaizen grunted to signify that he was still listening. He was quick to notice that Sullivan was afraid to see the doctor again. Kaizen shoved another pancake and offered a chuckle. It was almost amusing the way he could look like a shivering rabbit. “Yeah, doctor.” He answered with a firm tone and pointed his plastic fork at Sullivan’s face. “Shut it. That stuff doesn’t heal by itself.” He paused before he cocked his head aside, slightly mocking his attitude. “Need to use a broom, nah? How would you do?” And there was no use in keeping someone injured around. The Cleaners might be severe in their policy, they weren’t monsters with their escorts. 

But Kaizen was quick to forget about the doctor when Sullivan started to blush like a new virgin girl at the mention of lingerie. His little satisfied smirk kept growing while he observed how such a grown-up man could act like a profound prudish girl. He clipped his hand under his chin, resting his elbow on the top of the couch, while he observed him intensely. He was just teasing, but with Sullivan, it seemed super easy to provoke quite intense reactions on his side. If his buttons were so effortless to find, surely, Kaizen knew he would keep going just for sports and fun. He grabbed the magazine again, and eventually sighed. Yeah, that was slightly disappointing, but he was aware that he couldn’t move around the Amazon Club always in lingerie. 

“Jeans. Sweaters. Boring, nah?” He challenged Sullivan, as if he wasn’t someone who was always wearing simple stuff himself. “Kidding, kidding.” He preferred to say before he threw the magazine back onto the man’s lap. “Pick whatever you want.” He assured before he gave him a head pat. “Pants, whatever. Just buy nice stuff for evening work.” He thought about the male escorts; they weren’t crossdressing, but they had nice and sexy outfits with see-through shirts and slimmer pants. “Ask the escorts. They’ll help.” He nodded and eventually pushed his plate aside. 

“No dress code. Unless clients ask.” He specified before he eventually stood back up and skirted his desk again, finding his favorite butterfly knife. “Gotta go now.” He paused before he moved back to the couch. What he wanted to say would be more than two words for sure. “I’ll tell the girls to call for the doctor.” He squatted in front of Sullivan, piercing chestnut eyes on him. “Rest, today. Tonight, you will escort me. Trial work, okay?” He said and pressed his hand onto his thigh. “You'll meet Gambit. Diego too. We have new clients to study with. You open your ears, and you listen, okay?” He straightened himself back up, and gently tapped Sully’s cheek. “Gotta prove your worth.” 

He didn't need to be commanded to eat, only permission. The second he knew it was safe, he reached over for his little pile of pancakes, poured syrups over them, and dug in. Cheeks stuffed like a hamster, making sure to give it plenty of chews before swallow in gratitude for the meal. The poor things didn't have a chance to absorb the syrup, being demolished by Sullivan and his voracious appetite.

Only after getting half of the pancakes into his stomach was he interested in the magazines. He was shyly wandering through the pages with one hand still balancing his fork. He didn't know how freely he could choose. If this was just inspiration or a joke. Nevertheless, he was using his fingers to bookmark pages that he liked and continued to move through the magazines with a thumb, albeit a bit clumsily once he made it to four saved pages.

Casual conversation was welcome as well. Bacon and eggs were Requiem's preferred food. In his head, he was answering that he loved katsu curry and apple pie, but he didn't have the courage to let it come out of his mouth. "I-I don't have to see the doctor again, do I? I can just brace it. Um. That seems less trouble." He continued to indulge in his meal...until Requiem decided to start teasing. Or. He thought it was teasing?

Lingerie was presented and immediately Sullivan's face pinkened. An odd reaction for someone that had worked as a sex worker for a few years now, but...it was more so that it was Requiem showing them. Pretty boy rang in his head more than he liked, the fact he thought of himself in the outfits distasteful at the moment. There was unfortunately the default emotion to give him what he wanted, even if that idea scared him right now. So he frowned unknowingly, trying to instead show his choices.

"I like, um--I like things like this." He mumbled, pushing the first page towards Requiem. They were simple outfits. Sweaters for the most part. In case he was expected to wear dress clothes, he gave a couple examples of vested dress shirts. He had yet to see any of the workers here. Truly it had only been Requiem. He wanted to show off brighter colors, but something told him that this place wasn't about to let him run around in pastels. He missed them. So he opted for neutral colors, getting adventurous with some light greys when it came to the dress vests. "I would really like pants..." There was a dumb reason. Well. Sort of. He peeked at Kaizen. "M-my thighs rub together and chafe in dresses so they're not my favorite everyday wear."

"Is there a dress code here? It seems really organized, so...I-I just assume that staff would be wearing things similar to each other?"