[indent]Isaiah woke to the news of Ms.Fortune. Unlike others, the one who told him wasn’t a student - it was his grandfather’s assistant who called him, scorn wrapped around his faux politeness. Isaiah spent the next thirty minutes listening intently to the assistant telling him to fix the situation as it reflected badly on the Yamaguchi name. To Isaiah, the situation didn’t seem that bad, and was actually quite pleased with his assigned nickname. ‘The Gentleman’ had quite the ring to it. Even so, if his grandfather was pissed off, then Isaiah was pissed off. 


The phone call had him worked up, once he hung up and the assistant said goodbye with a sneer Isaiah could just picture. Sitting on his bed, Isaiah rubbed his eyes in annoyance before grabbing his phone and texting his friends the news. Well, friend. He doesn’t have many friends, but a lot of people have declared him their enemy or most hated person and Isaiah prides himself over not remembering any of their names. 


He sent off his text to Theo, and waited for the reply. Unsatisfied with Theo’s answering texts, Isaiah donned his expensive coat and shoes to saunter (because he [i]saunters[/i] and definitely doesn’t [i]speedwalk[/i]) towards Theo’s room. He sent off another text, alerting Theo to his incoming presence.


Theo had taken the time to move the speakers away from his Marlena’s wall. But that was where his motivation died. The speakers now lay in the middle of the floor, bunching up one of the animal skin rugs. Theo had taken to laying back on the couch. 


He watched his phone flash and buzzed, alerting him to another message. Undoubtedly Isaiah.  But the lack of pay back from moving his speakers across the room had left him absent of all energy.


 Isaiah didn’t give him the time to check his phone. A few minutes later there was a sharp and familiar knock on the door.  With another yawn, Theo pulled himself off the couch, at least bothering to pull on a robe for this guest, although tying it shut seemed like one step far too many. 


Theo opened the door. [color=darkgreen]“Hey bitch, what's up?”[/color]


Isaiah squeezed past Theo, surveying the room with an idle eye. Casting a curious look over his shoulder, Isaiah said nonchalantly, [color=#6A8966]“Redecorating? I think the juxtaposition of the speakers on the animal carpet really brings out the bad taste in interior design.”[/color]


[color=darkgreen]“Glad you brought the thesaurus with you to this morning get together,”[/color]  He said, shutting the door. [color=darkgreen]“But please come in, make yourself at home. Help yourself to food...I have left over tequila and other things,”[/color] he said, tossing himself on the couch again and gesturing towards a rather well stocked bar. [color=darkgreen]“And then maybe, just maybe, you’ll tell me about whatever it is that seems so important,”[/color]


Isaiah sent Theo a long-suffering glance. He jumped onto Theo’s bed and sprawled like a starfish, staring at the ceiling and hoping Theo regretted his ‘make yourself at home’ comment. [color=#6A8966]“Some person on social media has given us and a couple of no-names nicknames. We’re practically viral, and not in the usual sex-way that you are used to.”[/color]


Isaiah scrolled through his phone to find the post, carefully avoiding liking any photos of the woman his grandfather wanted to set him up with, before landing on the infamous Ms. Fortune post. Annoyed all over again, Isaiah chucked his phone at Theo and trusted Theo to catch it (if not, Isaiah could always buy a new one), [color=#6A8966]“See for yourself.”[/color]


Theo reached out and snatched the phone, casting a bored glance at Isaiah before turning his attention to the screen. [color=darkgreen]“The Fake?”[/color] Said Theo, his tone sharp. [color=darkgreen]“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”[/color] His eyes skimmed the rest of the list. [color=darkgreen]“I get the Fake and you get the Gentleman? I honestly don't know what you're upset about. Seems to fit you just right,”[/color]


His eyes scanned the list one more time. [color=darkgreen]“[i] The Angel? The Angel of Death would be more accurate,[/i]”[/color] He thought to himself before tossing the phone back at Isaiah. 


Isaiah caught it, surprised that he did because he wasn’t even trying at that point, [color=#6A8966]“I don’t need anyone to be in my business right now. Besides, aren’t you even the littlest bit irritated by it?”[/color] Isaiah pushed himself upright to give Theo a full 4k view of his displeased face, [color=#6A8966]“Someone posted my picture up in public - that’s an invasion of privacy and supremely fucked up.”[/color]


[color=darkgreen]“Oh I am, but of all the nicknames on the list, I’d say you got off easy,”[/color] Theo pulled himself up into a sitting position. [color=darkgreen]“So, what are you going to do about it?”[/color]


Rolling his eyes, Isaiah pushed forward instead of commenting, [color=#6A8966]“I’ll probably flash some money until the problem goes away. I’m going to head down to the festivities right now, ask around - or, better yet, pay someone to ask around.”[/color]


Isaiah paused and stared at Theo’s speakers. Hiring a private investigator would be the best bet, most probably, and the money wasn’t a problem, either. 


[color=#6A8966]“What are [i]you[/i] going to do about it?”[/color] Isaiah asked, after refocusing on Theo.


[color=darkgreen]“Sit and wait for now. But I’m not just going to let this go,”[/color] Said Theo, joking of course, but then there was that look…


[color=#6A8966]“Yikes,”[/color] Isaiah whistled, finally making himself uncomfortable in Theo’s house. [color=#6A8966]“Well, I have to go google private investigators. Have fun…”[/color] Isaiah gestured towards Theo’s general demeanor, [color=#6A8966]“...stewing, I guess.”[/color]


With that, he sauntered (and definitely didn’t sulk) out the door.[/indent]