[... It's at this point that Subete plain gives up and just puts a hand over his face, though it's not particularly effective given the renewed flush there is easily visible through his fingers and he's well on his way back to scarlet again. He probably should just resign himself to color-coordinating with Hikage's sense of fashion between the guy's motormouth and the flow of sake at this rate, but there's a certain stubborn echo in his mumble.]
I'll pass on that too. Honestly don't know if I want to know what you're talking about.
[It's a weak enough protest given that his tone seems caught somewhere between laughing and grumbling, but that's what you get for bringing up Date and beds in the same sentence at this point in time; whether or not Hikage was privy to that particular shenanigan in the swirling maelstrom of the hivemind, it sure does fold itself well into their mess.
After a moment he blinks his gaze away from Hikage's movements and busies himself with the actual sake bottle; there's pouring to be done even amidst all the unasked for callbacks, and while this isn't exactly negotiation it is on some level still a continuation of that dance started too long ago under the gloom of a foggy morning and the soft hum of too many kanji.
Now as then he spends a split-second too long simply contemplating what's laid out before him, somewhere above the actual table's surface, holding on to the sake bottle (maybe it's just the stage of drunk when everything seems slower, maybe it isn't).]
... But okay. [the fact that it's spoken a touch too quietly isn't quite enough to disguise something shining through the one word, before he speaks over it] The show must go on, after all, though I don't know if that means I should be keeping score. I'll have to think about it if we're doing an encore.
[And that almost manages to be playful apart from the fact that he's still studying his cup and the menu with that same not-quite-drunken care.]
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[... It's at this point that Subete plain gives up and just puts a hand over his face, though it's not particularly effective given the renewed flush there is easily visible through his fingers and he's well on his way back to scarlet again. He probably should just resign himself to color-coordinating with Hikage's sense of fashion between the guy's motormouth and the flow of sake at this rate, but there's a certain stubborn echo in his mumble.]
I'll pass on that too. Honestly don't know if I want to know what you're talking about.
[It's a weak enough protest given that his tone seems caught somewhere between laughing and grumbling, but that's what you get for bringing up Date and beds in the same sentence at this point in time; whether or not Hikage was privy to that particular shenanigan in the swirling maelstrom of the hivemind, it sure does fold itself well into their mess.
After a moment he blinks his gaze away from Hikage's movements and busies himself with the actual sake bottle; there's pouring to be done even amidst all the unasked for callbacks, and while this isn't exactly negotiation it is on some level still a continuation of that dance started too long ago under the gloom of a foggy morning and the soft hum of too many kanji.
Now as then he spends a split-second too long simply contemplating what's laid out before him, somewhere above the actual table's surface, holding on to the sake bottle (maybe it's just the stage of drunk when everything seems slower, maybe it isn't).]
... But okay. [the fact that it's spoken a touch too quietly isn't quite enough to disguise something shining through the one word, before he speaks over it] The show must go on, after all, though I don't know if that means I should be keeping score. I'll have to think about it if we're doing an encore.
[And that almost manages to be playful apart from the fact that he's still studying his cup and the menu with that same not-quite-drunken care.]