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Jade pays without comment - the total comes out higher than all their other purchases put together - and in a few minutes they're back in the car, heading home this time. He lets Shinjirou be for the most part. It's only after they get back to the house, unload the purchases and step over the threshold that Jade finally turns to look at Shinjirou again, an expectant light in his eyes.

To his own surprise, he's managed to fall asleep in the car, just for a few minutes. Dizzily following Jade back into the house, he yawns just when Jade turns around to look at him. He stops, mid-movement, then lowers his gaze. "What?"

The question isn't really meant to get an answer. He pulls the tie off and undresses, layer by layer, until the only part that isn't bare is the line around his neck where the collar clings to his throat. "I'll do the laundry now, I guess." Again, he doesn't wait for an answer and takes a step towards the bathroom.

Irvin bounds up to them before Jade can reply, his tail wagging furiously as he barks and circles around them, pressing against their legs and licking at any exposed skin he can find. Jade scratches him behind the ears, but the dog seems to prefer staying close to Shinjirou.

"I might take Irvin for a walk while you're doing your chores." There's no reason to force Shinjirou outside. He's unsettled him enough today.

Irvin's happy to see them and at first, Shinjirou feels the same. He bends down to say hi, but the moment Irvin's fur runs over his bare leg, he jumps and instinctively distances himself from the dog. The memory of having that very same fur brush all over his back and ass and thighs is like a slap in the face after spending a few hours surrounded by completely normal, innocent people.

He takes a deep breath, pressing the folded-up clothes against his chest. "Yeah, sure. Whatever. Anything you want for dinner?"

Seeing Shinjirou's reaction, Jade felt certain that taking Irvin out is the best course of action. Hopefully Shinjirou would be more acclimatized to the situation again once they return.

"Something with chicken," he replies, happy to leave the specifics to Shinjirou. He's an excellent cook.

With that out of the way, Jade doesn't delay in grabbing Irvin's leash and clipping it to his collar. The dog had calmed down by then, allowing Jade to attach the lead with minimal fuss. "I'll be back in an hour or so. There's a bookshop on the way. Would you like something?"

Shinjirou should have more free time from now on; Jade needs something to keep him busy.

"Haven't you already spent enough money on me today?" Eyes narrowed, he watches Jade and Irvin with a strange sort of envy. For Jade and Irvin, nothing has changed. Petting the dog is no different than twenty-four hours before, apparently.

He leans back against the wall, sighing. "Nothing grimdark. Already got that covered." Why would he need to read a crime novel if he's currently living in one -- just that he doesn't think his story will conclude in the same way a novel or movie would. "Something really boring."

Biting his lip, he looks up. "Can I take a shower while you're gone?" Technically, he could do it anyway without Jade ever noticing. Hell, he could do it even if Jade says no. The urge to ask for permission makes him clench his fists, but now it's too late to take it back.

To say he enjoys spending money would be a stretch, but it's not something he minds either. He wants to make Shinjirou comfortable (clothing aside), and make his transition into his new life go as smoothly as possible. Shinjirou doesn't really give him a chance to reply though, but Jade doesn't mind.

Especially with the question he asks, and the way he immediately clenches his hands afterwards.

"I don't mind." He doesn't smirk this time. Straightening, he tugs lightly at the leash, and Irvin turns obediently. "I'll see you in a little while."

The chores give him something to take his mind off everything else. Taking a shower isn't as great as he thought it would be; the calming splatter of hot water on his skin just gives him the opportunity to remember and try to examine what happened, what he's done. Rinsing the shampoo out of his hair thoroughly, he tries to knead the unwelcome thoughts out of his skull.

It sort of works -- and when the memory of Jade on his knees in front of him returns, he even manages not to let himself get aroused too much, spraying cold water into his face before stepping out of the shower.

Afterwards, he gets busy again. Vacuuming the living room and bedroom, cleaning the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner. He easily finds things to do. Just looking closer reveals dust in spots he thought he'd already taken care of and he goes over them twice or even three times until he's satisfied with the result. And by the time the slices of chicken sizzle in the frying pan, he's fallen back into a state of complacency.

It's around then that Jade returns, Irvin panting happily beside him and a book under one arm. It was the most boring one he could "find": a classical novel he had picked randomly off the shelf.

A quick inspection shows that the house had been cleaned (although it had already been clean this morning), and the aroma of frying chicken tells him that Shinjirou is most likely in the kitchen. He unclips the leash from Irvin's collar and hangs it up. To his surprise, the dog stays with him, following at his heels as he goes to find Shinjirou.

"You've been busy," he comments once he sees him. He holds up the book. "Is this alright?"

"Sure." The title of the book sounds an invitation for an hour-long nap. It's pretty much perfect. Without trying to read the back and see what exactly it's about, he offers Jade a spoonful of tonight's dinner, blowing the rising steam off.

"Here." He holds the spoon up to Jade's lips once he's certain no tongues will be burned. When Irvin rubs against his legs, tail slapping his thighs, he glances down. "No, Irvin, that's not for you. Go to your bowl."

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The "no" makes Irvin whine sadly, dropping down to his haunches and looking up at Shinjirou. Jade tucks the book back under his arm, leaning forward to sample the food. As expected, it's delicious, and Jade doesn't bother pretending otherwise.

"I can see why Irvin wants some." The dog still looks hopeful, his tail wagging slowly. Mostly, Jade is pleased that things seemed to have settled down. "I'll leave you two to it. Bring it to my study when you're done; I have work to catch up on."

Smiling at Jade's approval, he puts the spoon away and returns to the stove. It's good to have at least one job that he can do well and be comfortable with the entire time, too. Cooking doesn't embarrass him or make him sore and walk awkwardly for the next few hours. And he can see that Jade really likes his food. It's a big plus.

"I thought I wasn't supposed to go in there?" He would like to know what Jade's doing for a living, to be honest. Jade's definitely not poor and Shinjirou wouldn't care if it were something illegal -- but he's not sure that's the case. In the end, it doesn't matter, not in his position.

"Anyway, won't take long. I'll bring it to you. Sake or tea?"

"Not when you're alone," Jade confirms. "But if I'm here, I don't mind. I don't keep anything important out in the open anyway."

And the things that are important Shinjirou won't be able to understand anyway. He's not really concerned about the possibility that Shinjirou might pry. What could he do even if he finds something he shouldn't?

"And tea will be fine. Thank you."

To give Jade a bit more time before he barges in again to disturb his work, Shinjirou prepares a dessert. Just a small bowl of fruit salad, but he takes great care to make it look appealing and add a tender sweetness to it. Once he's done, he ensures that Irvin is busy with his own food before balancing the tray into Jade's room.

He doesn't leave immediately afterwards, but stays by Jade's side, practicing his look down and be good routine. "Are you going to be working all night?"

He's working at the computer when Shinjirou enters the study. The document on the screen is written in some foreign language; Jade doesn't bother to close it, although he does push his keyboard away to make some space. The salad looks good; he appreciates the thought.

The question he appreciates less, but there's nothing wrong with answering it, especially when Shinjirou is doing such a good job at behaving properly.

"Probably." He had been frowning slightly when Shinjirou first entered the room, but his expression smooths over as he speaks. "I might have another meeting tomorrow morning. Don't worry, it'll be outside the house. You don't have to come."

"Oh. Okay." So another free day, more or less. As free as they come, at least. Cleaning, taking care of Irvin, cooking. It sounds easy, as long as Irvin doesn't decide to get too close again. And now he's got a book, too.

"Then I'll go to bed now, I guess." He's already eaten while cooking, under the assumption that Jade won't mind when they're not eating together. "Unless you need me for anything else. Kitchen's clean."

"Remember to walk Irvin tomorrow. I'll leave the house key on the table." It'll probably be awhile yet before he stops wondering if Shinjirou will seize the opportunity to escape, but Jade is confident enough to risk it. "That will be all. Thank you."

Once he's sure that Shinjirou is sound asleep, he slips out of the house. Irvin watches him go, eyes bright and ears pricked curiously, but wisely doesn't make a sound.

He's still gone when morning comes along. Irvin is restless, prowling around the house and scratching at the door, but never strays too far from Shinjirou's side. He doesn't do anything, really - unless Shinjirou takes him out for a walk. When they're halfway through, Irvin jumps up, trying to knock Shinjirou to the ground.

Without Jade scaring him awake, he sleeps in. Irvin is the reason he wakes up at all. It isn't difficult to notice that Irvin seems to be nervous for some reason and Shinjirou tries his best to make him feel more at ease. It's kind of a problem when Irvin whines at him, following him around as he attempts to vacuum the living room or do the laundry.

He breaks his routine to take Irvin out, hoping that will help. His plan doesn't really work, seeing as he ends up on the ground at some point. Palms scratched open from the impact, burning with pain, he sits up slowly, groaning. He could have easily hit the concrete face first, he realizes. Something is wrong -- this isn't the same behavior Irvin showed then either. Maybe the dog's missing his owner? Shinjirou can't come up with a better explanation and frowns at him.

"Shit, Irvin. What's wrong with you?"

Irvin seems a little more reassured with Shinjirou closer to the ground - or closer to him, more likely. He jumps up, licking at Shinjirou's face, pleased and friendly once again, even as he lets out a quiet whine at the frustration in Shinjirou's voice.

But his front paws are pressing down on Shinjirou's knees. It looks as though he has no intention of letting Shinjirou stand back up.

"Come on, calm down." Though he feels awkward doing so, he rubs Irvin's back, hugging the dog. It's the first time since he let Irvin mount him and a dark heaviness sinks into his stomach when he realizes that he still enjoys cuddling Irvin. The warmth, a heart beat below the thick fur and knowing that Irvin likes him -- he should shove him away, that'd be normal.

"We need to get back home. Don't want to disappoint Jade, right?" His voice is soft and quiet, even as he tries to get Irvin off his legs. "Be a good boy, Irvin."

It only seems to encourage Irvin. His tongue darts out to lick Shinjirou's face again, rubbing happily against him, stubbornly settling his weight down onto Shinjirou. He's a dog; he's oblivious to the way they're being stared at by passerbys, the quiet murmurings and reproving frowns.

It hurts to be rough with Irvin, but he can't allow this behavior. Especially not in public. Shoving Irvin off -- which requires his entire strength and even then, it's difficult -- he scrambles back to his feet. He tugs at the leash, voice firm. "Irvin. No."

Whatever it is that has Irvin in such an odd mood doesn't matter. They need to get home. All the eyes set on them make his stomach turn. He doesn't like attention, whether it's negative or positive. And this one is definitely negative attention.

Unfortunately, Irvin isn't exactly a chihuahua that can be carried around and trying to get them back home is like pulling teeth. It's definitely the most exhausting job he's had so far.

Irvin only grows more agitated when they're back inside the house, the door slammed shut and trapped by four walls. He shakes himself violently, as if drying off after a bath. He's barely settled when, without warning, he lunges at Shinjirou again, his powerful muscles corded as he tries to wrestle Shinjirou back to the ground.

Irvin hasn't even given him enough time to undress which is really bad. With only his upper body bare, he fears for the well-being of his pants. He doesn't want to ruin the clothes Jade gave him and seeing Irvin's fangs and claws, that looks like it's a definite possibility if he doesn't grant Irvin's wish to get down.

Cooing at Irvin, he willingly kneels down. Still, Irvin tries to speed things up. Once he's on the floor, he runs a hand through Irvin's fur. "What, horny again?" Shinjirou clearly remembers promising Jade that he'll let Irvin mount him again if the dog needs it. Jade's not here ... on the other hand, he feels like Jade would be able to tell that he broke the promise anyway.

Swallowing hard, he fumbles for the dog's cock. "Is it that, hm?"

Irvin's cock is poking out of its sheath, deep red against the tans and creams of his fur. A low noise rumbles through his chest as Shinjirou's hand closes around the cock, but he doesn't entirely settle down. He licks Shinjirou on the cheek again, quick and tense, his ears pinned back and tail lowered.

At least he's stopped trying to push Shinjirou onto all fours.