"I'll play it next time, that okay? It's just feel extremely tired. I haven't slept for two days now." Said Aki, smiling softly, he rubbed his temple with the palm of his hand. Grey’s energy deflated slightly. Was the sound of the piano not to Aki’s taste? Or, maybe… was it the color? Grey had spent months preparing the household for the girls, and especially Aki. With the help of Mrs. Nanase, Greyson was able to find out all the things the girls loved or what their past rooms looked like as to decorate it in as much of a familiar, but spacious feel as possible. For Aki, Grey relied on his own knowledge and all the things Aki’s said he ever wanted in his life but for some reason never bought. Other things, like the piano, was just something nice Grey thought Aki would like. The words or any clues to Aki wanting this never met the air, Grey—
Pulling Grey down to his level, Aki kissed him softly on the cheek bone. His eyes widened. Aki hardly showed these types of affections since it made Grey uncomfortable. The strange texture of soft lips touching his cheek unraveled the bitter kisses from his last relationship. For a split second, his lungs felt filled with water to the point of suffocation.
"You're too sweet for your own good." Aki’s voice at that moment caused Grey to ruffle his hair. Dumbass. Aki isn’t her. He’s family, and more than anything something he wants to protect. As Aki let go, he gave off a tired yawn and smiled.
""So, show me the rest, yeah?" he was tired is all. With all this stress involving the move Grey shouldn’t expect the usual up-beat Aki smiling gleefully over his gifts. And even so, Aki did love it. That peck was proof because even if Grey didn’t like it much, he knew what it meant to Aki. Back to normal, Grey chuckled with that idiotic smile all over again.
“My pleasure!” He took Aki by the arm and tugged on it slightly like a child,
“It's up here.” up the stairs they went and down the hall to the right. A crimson door was cracked open, a sliver of white light streamed down onto the dark wood floor hallway.
“There’s plenty of room in the room and bed!” his free hand slammed against the door, whipping it open a gust of air met their faces, along with a beautifully black and white furnished room.
(OOC: Imagine this room with a little bit more walking space though)
Straight black pillow and a fluffy comforter the same color laid over a king size bed held by a white bedframe. Above the bed, sandy wood shelves were nailed to the walls with stickers taken from all the countries they traveled during tours: San Francisco, Malaysia, Philippines, Montana, Europe, France, Rome, Italy, there country of Japan itself of cities toured and more. Next to the bed was Greyson’s constant companion, his guitar that he always played to compose music (much different than the flashy one he played during concerts). Past it and in the corner of the room painted black, was a walk in closet (OOC: this isn’t in the picture, but I added it.) Next to that was some speakers for when Greyson was too lazy to drag his guitar to the recording studio, his second surprise for Aki that he couldn’t WAIT to show him. Even now, his feet shuffled in excitement. A comfortable desk able to fit too people sitting at it sat by the window that lead to the balcony, a square stacked bookshelf next to it (OOC: added balcony is not in the picture either.) Of course their posters and much more things laid out in the room, but it was organized and beautiful, the best place they’ve ever had to live in.
Greyson patted the bed,
“This is our bed. Gone are the days of us falling off the bed or eating each other’s hair.” rolling over the bed like a ninja and landing on his feet, he pushed off the heel of his foot to the balcony sliding glass doors. Quickly, he slid it open and exclaimed,
“This is our balcony! We can sit out here when it’s hot in the summer and admire the scenery while working on a song, maybe even eat out here once in a while.” Next to the bookshelf (OOC: also not in picture but I added it) was a door to the bathroom which Greyson then slammed open as well.
“This is our bathroom! The tub is fucking huge, literally we can swim in it! And there are two sinks!”Before Aki could have a chance to stay in here too long Greyson was grabbing his hand again and pulling him to the door right across from their room. It was the same color. The house had different colored doors depending on who the room belonged too. Valentine’s was red, the girl’s black, and shared rooms were white like the entrance of the household.
“But this is what I really want to show you.” Greyson produced an awkward cough,
“Back home, we always had to drive all the way to the company and use their tiny studio. It was a hassle, and the place wasn’t all that comfortable to sleep in. So, I decided to get one installed here for you so that way when you work late at nights on our songs we are closer to each other and I am only a few steps away.” It scared Grey to think of Aki driving alone, walking up to the studio alone, and recording alone. Most of the time, Grey tried to be with him. However, there were nights Aki would suddenly bolt out of bed with inspiration and rush to the studio.
When Grey opened the door, Victorian red wallpaper with light red crests imprinted on it flashed in their eyes. All of the guitars and basses Aki and Grey collected were hung up on the wall. Green marble floor dusted with sandy black spots sparkled. A long soundboard stretched across most of the room, a glass sound proof wall stood in front of it. Behind it was all the instruments they could need. And in the part of the room the sound board was, a soft black couch sat in the corner, big enough for Aki to sleep in if he somehow couldn’t walk the extra steps to their room across from here. To finish it all up, a small coffee table sat by the couch for when someone needed to set their snacks somewhere.
“Do you like it?” his heart was thundering against his chest harder than he expected. He wanted Aki to love the place. He wanted the girls to also love their rooms, not that he would tell them he did them. Only would Aki know the effort Grey put into each room, mainly Aki’s. So many nights were spent trying to think up what would make Aki most happy when he should have been sleeping.