[ Hikage tells himself he would have protested more about their joined hands if it didn't have a practical use, because pragmatism > everything else, or so it usually is. That's decidedly not the case tonight, but the sake gives him the ability to use logic only when he likes, and no ones keeping score or has the ability to do so at this point. Still there's some residual huffing regardless because even amidst the glow and warmth there's room for butterflies.
By the time they arrive at the hotel (stumbling and fluttering into the place), the length of the day on top of the liquor has really caught up to him. They're not drinking anymore, but the last few drinks of sake ripple through his mind unfettered; the fir tree got a light laugh and a hand running through it because it's just as likely that he could have just imagined it existing at this point.
There's an equally pleased sigh of his own when the door clicks shut and they're in their own little bubble once again, away from all the distractions except the ones that matter. A few thoughts tumble in (light, sleep, shoes) before his attention sparks in the direction of the joke and what would have likely been him running his mouth because almost anything can be played with now. Except he's still trailing behind reality a beat or two, and by the time he goes to do so his mouth is suddenly occupied.
A soft startle later he's fallen into the kiss as messy as it is (and does his best not to fall into the door) without complaint. He's in no hurry to pull away, but he does mumble when he gets the chance with a gentle squeeze of their joined hands. ]
Hey. Bed? [ That was not included in his prior list but that's fine, the night is ever shifting. Who needs a light anyway when there's just enough from the city filtering through the partially drawn back curtains, which will be a problem in the morning but not right now.
He makes to tug on Subete's other hand for emphasis but mn there's a bag there. Better clarify. ] With just me.
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By the time they arrive at the hotel (stumbling and fluttering into the place), the length of the day on top of the liquor has really caught up to him. They're not drinking anymore, but the last few drinks of sake ripple through his mind unfettered; the fir tree got a light laugh and a hand running through it because it's just as likely that he could have just imagined it existing at this point.
There's an equally pleased sigh of his own when the door clicks shut and they're in their own little bubble once again, away from all the distractions except the ones that matter. A few thoughts tumble in (light, sleep, shoes) before his attention sparks in the direction of the joke and what would have likely been him running his mouth because almost anything can be played with now. Except he's still trailing behind reality a beat or two, and by the time he goes to do so his mouth is suddenly occupied.
A soft startle later he's fallen into the kiss as messy as it is (and does his best not to fall into the door) without complaint. He's in no hurry to pull away, but he does mumble when he gets the chance with a gentle squeeze of their joined hands. ]
Hey. Bed? [ That was not included in his prior list but that's fine, the night is ever shifting. Who needs a light anyway when there's just enough from the city filtering through the partially drawn back curtains, which will be a problem in the morning but not right now.
He makes to tug on Subete's other hand for emphasis but mn there's a bag there. Better clarify. ] With just me.