The crisp air was definitely cooler near the sea. The harbor, isolated from all inhabited centers, was quiet that day, with only a few audible seagulls. "You know, Yato," Daijiro urged, swinging on his own legs. "You should relax more." "Mh?" The other frowned, leaning on his car playing with his cigarette between his fingers. "What do you mean?" "What I mean is that you always work so hard, you should like... start to frequent a strip club or something." Yato, inhaling too much smoke in one hit, began coughing in disbelief. "Uh!?" Daijiro turned innocently, giggling. "Hey, calm down you. I go there too, sometimes." Yato, regaining his composure, snorted. "I'm happy for you. But as you well know, women aren't my main source of entertainment." "I know you're gay," Daijiro exhaled. "There are also strip clubs with male strippers." "Mh, not interested." "But don't you ever feel alone? We can't have normal relationships with other people because of our job, but at least we can have sex..." Daijiro said tentatively. "I said I’m not interested." Yato blurted out, hinting that he didn't want to talk about it anymore. "Ok, I get it," Daijiro tried to reassure him, slipping a hand into the inside pocket of his jacket and handing him a business card. "But in case you change your mind, you can come here. An acquaintance of mine runs it." Yato scrutinized the business card before picking it up, then hesitantly grabbed it, slipping it immediately into his pocket and exhaling the smoke of his cigarette. "Thanks."
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