Jin looked back and saw the diligent Kirisagi still fixing the boxes that he oh so pointed out earlier. Jin smiled a bit, licking his lips vampiricly. The boy sure looked like a hard worker, and the dedication in his heart cannot be measured. Humming a soft tune, Jin retraced his steps and went back to admire Kirisagi.
"You seem to love your job so much, Sir. Hmmmm... I apologize if I have offended you earlier. Here, let me help you." Jin bent over and picked up some of the boxes that were still on the floor. It was an MG Rezel. Jin looked at it intently, and then shifted his gaze back to the worker. He blew off some dust from the box and neatly placed it beside the other MG Rezels. "Are you still not going to talk to me?" Jin asked the busy Kirisagi. He placed his hand on Kirisagi's and held them. They were soft, unlike the hands of the men he's loved before.
"My name is Muraki, Jin Muraki. But you can call me Jin, or if you'd like to be more formal, then Sir Jin would do. I'm an avid fan of Gunpla, that even the slightest speck of dust on my kits leave my heart in wild disarray. Please forgive my arrogance... if it offended you..." Jin pleaded. He caressed Kirisagi's hand back and forth and let out a deep sigh. "Beautiful, these hands of yours are very beautiful. Aren't they?" Jin teased. He placed a calling card on Kirisagi's shirt pocket, and kissed Kirsagi in the cheek.