[ It's maybe at this point that Hikage realizes just exactly what he's gotten himself into in several directions: technology and otherwise. Experience is both a boon and a bane but he's made his decision and won't be turning back so onward he goes. More like fluttering considering his state of inebriation but it's the forward movement that counts, probably. ]
Oh, that'll make things easy. For tomorrow. [ Specified and broken up because their current predicament is a bit more challenging. He smiles back of course, though his own is lax and more of an acceptance of his life right now. The good thing about being thrown off at least is that he's able to claim some of his thoughts back, enough to prioritize their needs before his wants.
One hand is good enough because he'll brush his free hand against the waitress' arm when she drops off their order with that spark of red in his eye. Apparently he can be more selective in several ways with how he's reading when he's not trapped in a miasma mansion, or maybe it's something to do with line of sight or both. Either way he now has the layout of this neighborhood and other random bits about dining and San Jose in his mind, all at the small cost of adding to the killer hangover he'll have tomorrow. ]
...there's a hotel a couple of blocks...that way. [ Pointing with one eye closed because it's not like his hands got him into some of this mess in the first place. He tussles his bangs to recenter himself, immediately sees more purple than he should because the whole world is kind of wobbly and just sighs. He already did a drunk stumble back once, how much worse can this be? ]
Remind me next time to wear better shoes. [ Ones that are easier to slip on, though at least these aren't the worst. Heels still mandatory, though. But okay off they go and Hikage will just try to deal with being smashed, holding Subete's hand, guiding them to the hotel, and settling into his new lifestyle. (Judging by the ease at which next time was said, it's more than a welcome change even if he doesn't understand it himself yet). ]
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Oh, that'll make things easy. For tomorrow. [ Specified and broken up because their current predicament is a bit more challenging. He smiles back of course, though his own is lax and more of an acceptance of his life right now. The good thing about being thrown off at least is that he's able to claim some of his thoughts back, enough to prioritize their needs before his wants.
One hand is good enough because he'll brush his free hand against the waitress' arm when she drops off their order with that spark of red in his eye. Apparently he can be more selective in several ways with how he's reading when he's not trapped in a miasma mansion, or maybe it's something to do with line of sight or both. Either way he now has the layout of this neighborhood and other random bits about dining and San Jose in his mind, all at the small cost of adding to the killer hangover he'll have tomorrow. ]
...there's a hotel a couple of blocks...that way. [ Pointing with one eye closed because it's not like his hands got him into some of this mess in the first place. He tussles his bangs to recenter himself, immediately sees more purple than he should because the whole world is kind of wobbly and just sighs. He already did a drunk stumble back once, how much worse can this be? ]
Remind me next time to wear better shoes. [ Ones that are easier to slip on, though at least these aren't the worst. Heels still mandatory, though. But okay off they go and Hikage will just try to deal with being smashed, holding Subete's hand, guiding them to the hotel, and settling into his new lifestyle. (Judging by the ease at which next time was said, it's more than a welcome change even if he doesn't understand it himself yet). ]