Waving a dismissive hand, Chitose stood once more. “Nah, nah, I’m fine. As long as I take it slow, I’ll be alright.” He said as he made his way to the door. “Go ahead and take care of your cat. And give Tamotsu my congrats as well.” He smiled.
“Alright then.” Shooting the brunet a warm smile, Ryouichi too rose from his seat, hands immediately diving into the depths of his jeans’ pockets. “I’ll make sure to do that. And you take care, yes?” Stepping a little closer, he placed one of his hands on the other’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “See you later, ne?” Going home before the alcohol kicked in fully was probably the best idea now.
GOOD THAT YOU NOTICED 8D
Not so secret since they do switch around uwu we just didn’t RP it yet because of some reasons uwu
The brunette chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m used to taking the blame.” He replied. Leaning back against the couch, he propped his leg up on the table in front of him. “Should probably be heading home but… I think I need a minute.”
”’s that so…” Falling silent for a moment, the rogue tilted his head back somewhat to stare at the ceiling, before the other’s voice caused him to revert his attention to his fellow Clansman again. “Ah, I should do the same, though there’s not much for me to do at home right now…well, besides feed my cat, maybe. Unless she decided to hunt her own food again…you want me to escort you home or something?”
how do breathe
“Yeah. Most likely. That’s why you just gotta put everything back the way it was.” He replied with a wink as he hobbled back around the bar to sit on the couch. “That way… you delay the inevitable.”
“Mh, if he does find out, ‘m blaming you.” Because blaming Chitose sounded like a plan that would work perfectly fine. “Nah, just kidding.” A quiet laughter slipped past his lips, only somewhat stifled by the ginger pressing his palm against his mouth. Following Chitose as soon as he made his way to the sofa again, he took a seat right next to him, sighing softly as he did so.
“Same. Though, Kusanagi-san shells out for the good stuff unlike most places.” He chuckled as he took the glasses over to the sink and washed them out. It was probably best to put everything back the way it was.
“Can’t say I’m surprised t’hear that. As devoted as he is to this place…” It was almost admirable, really. Propping one of his elbows up on the counter, the ginger balanced one of his cheek in his palm, amber eyes following the other’s every movement. “But he won’t he get mad if he finds out someone touched his precious whiskey?”