Ignoring Asami's dismissive tone, M

Ignoring Asami's dismissive tone, Mikhail continued. "That's the problem, I'll catch a grenade for him and he doesn't seem to care."

Asami would have laughed at Mikhail's frustrated tone but knew that would only egg him on, so he kept his face into a small frown.

"And what does that have to do with me?"

Mikhail leaned further over the table, causing Asami to pull back. "You grew up with him, what does he like, how can I win him over?"

Asami feigned interest, Arbatov was something else. "So printing his face on your underwear and making sure his lips were by your crotch still had no effect?"

Mikhail's shoulders slumped in defeat. "No it didn't help, as a matter of fact I sported a black eye for a few days after that incident. Please tell me what he would like, what would make him like me, please Asami!"

The situation must have been dire for Mikhail to be using his last name. Pitiful idiot. He sighed.

"Don't try so hard."

"What?" Mikhail asked, looking Asami straight in the eyes. He would soak up anything from this man since he knew his love best.

"Stop treating him like an object and start treating him like the man he is," Asami pointed out. Honestly, who would want to hear a love declaration with their name over the 6 o'clock news once a week for a month?

Mikhail pulled back. "I'm not treating him like an object! Am I?"

"Figure it out yourself," Asami mumbled before standing and leaving, Arbatov's love problems was none of his concern, he had his own thoughts to deal with.

"Shit," the blond cursed under his breath, he'd need to look up a love specialist in the local yellow pages.

And here he was thinking Asami would help him.

Bummer -.-

/tbc

Haha! I Credit Bruno Mars for the grenade line, I couldn't resist xDDD

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Ignoring Asami's dismissive tone, Mikhail continued. "That's the problem, I'll catch a grenade for him and he doesn't seem to care."Asami would have laughed at Mikhail's frustrated tone but knew that would only egg him on, so he kept his face into a small frown."And what does that have to do with me?"Mikhail leaned further over the table, causing Asami to pull back. "You grew up with him, what does he like, how can I win him over?"Asami feigned interest, Arbatov was something else. "So printing his face on your underwear and making sure his lips were by your crotch still had no effect?"Mikhail's shoulders slumped in defeat. "No it didn't help, as a matter of fact I sported a black eye for a few days after that incident. Please tell me what he would like, what would make him like me, please Asami!"The situation must have been dire for Mikhail to be using his last name. Pitiful idiot. He sighed."Don't try so hard.""What?" Mikhail asked, looking Asami straight in the eyes. He would soak up anything from this man since he knew his love best."Stop treating him like an object and start treating him like the man he is," Asami pointed out. Honestly, who would want to hear a love declaration with their name over the 6 o'clock news once a week for a month?Mikhail pulled back. "I'm not treating him like an object! Am I?""Figure it out yourself," Asami mumbled before standing and leaving, Arbatov's love problems was none of his concern, he had his own thoughts to deal with."Shit," tóc vàng nguyền rủa theo hơi thở của mình, ông sẽ cần phải tìm kiếm một chuyên gia tình yêu trong trang vàng địa phương.Và ở đây ông đã suy nghĩ Asami sẽ giúp anh ta.Bummer-.-/TBCHaha! Tôi tín dụng Bruno Mars cho dòng lựu đạn, tôi không thể cưỡng lại xDDD