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i bet you think about me ( closed )
WHO: Aki and Yuwon
WHAT: Drinking as an apology
WHERE: The nearest (and cheapest) bar
WHEN: Early March(ish); after Denji's canon update
WARNINGS: Men drinking alcohol, Chainsaw Man manga spoilers
WHAT: Drinking as an apology
WHERE: The nearest (and cheapest) bar
WHEN: Early March(ish); after Denji's canon update
WARNINGS: Men drinking alcohol, Chainsaw Man manga spoilers
[ It's mid-afternoon when Yuwon receives a message from Aki: Bar. 8pm. I owe you a drink.
He's not one to go back on his word, after all.
After the last mission - one that had gone surprisingly well, considering how uncomfortable his new arm had felt - Aki had slipped into something that felt like a daze. Denji had come back from seeing into the future, and Aki had the weight of all this new knowledge baring down on him, oppressive and dangerous for him to struggle through. He doesn't think that he should be shocked to hear that he's going to die, since he knew that his life was on a timer, since he knew from the Future Devil that his ending would be a poor one, but for it to come so soon....
He had left Denji alone, despite how much he had wanted otherwise. He had been willing to give up everything to stay with him and Power, and none of it mattered. Nothing he did mattered now, because when he goes back... It's all over.
It's what brings him here, leaning against the wall of the bar, a cigarette held up near his mouth, breathing in and out. The habit has become worse lately, making him need them all the more, craving the way it soothes him in an old, achingly familiar way, and as he flicks the ash off the end he breathes out a small cloud of smoke.
At the end of the day, it's a little pathetic, isn't it? He owes Yuwon, but he's using this for his own means. He doesn't think the other guy will care, though. ]
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[ Aki is more than willing to risk himself, or he was, once upon a time. Before Denji and Power, his life was a series of exchanges, blood and flesh and life force itself in order to get what he wants. Now that he's got cold feet, now that vengeance has fallen away and all he has is the family he claimed as his own... The things he's willing to risk and give up are falling short.
It's embarrassing, how much he cares, how much he wants to cherish Denji and show his life. Mortifying.
Rubbing his face, he huffs a little laugh, a low chuckle. A rare gift. ]
That's because it's a shitty devil.
[ Fuck the Future Devil, honestly.
The squeeze is... Nice, and Aki lifts a hand, patting Yuwon's hand absently. ]
Thanks for listening.
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when aki rubs his face, yuwon seems to look at him, the corner of his lips curling upwards in amusement. it kind of reminds him of a cat or something, but of course, he doesn't exactly voice this out loud. thankfully, it could also be seen as an equally quiet huff of a laugh in return. ]
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[ ???
that said, he looks aki over quickly. ] You going to be okay going back to base?
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[ Aki blinks at him absently, before... Yeah, okay, right. He's had a few beers. It's probably...
He waves his hand absently. ]
It'll be fine, Yuwon-san. I'll be able to get back without a problem.
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there's a brief touch of a sigh. ] Your face already looks a little red. [ he says this, but he is actually just saying it to say it. he figures if the threshold of his drinking is enough to loosen his lips, well, he has zero faith in aki getting back on his own two feet.
but, he guesses it wasn't his business either. that said, he still reaches over to aki's half-finished drink and gulps the rest of it down. ] I'll cut you off here and you can thank me later.
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I can handle a few drinks.
[ Though he is scowling a little at Yuwon, wondering why that guy isn't as flushed as he is. Hasn't he been drinking too...? Damn, just like Makima-san...
Leaning back, he rubs his face. ]
I'm fine.
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[ he releases a quiet huff, just barely audible before he places a hand on the top of his head. it's belated, but he realizes only now... was his hair different? that said, ] Let's go. [ he's not sure why he gets a bad feeling about leaving him to his own devices...
but, he supposes if he still says no, then there's nothing much he can do. ]
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[ He's not passed out on the table at least... Aki sighs a little, lifting his hand to rub at his eyes. He is tired, but... But...
Shaking his head, he lets himself stand, Yuwon's the boss now. ]
Let's go.
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[ when being passed out is the standard...
in a sense, he supposes he should be grateful not to be affected by alcohol in the same way. he seems to eye aki, making sure he's actually following and he's actually stable. if he's not, he goes grab him firmly by the forearm. it's not like he wants to see a guy who just ... poured his secrets out laying on the streets of neo tokyo. ]
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[ Hasn't he earned the right to be a little bit wasted after all of this?
Letting himself be dragged is easier than arguing, though, and he lets himself trail after Yuwon with a sigh. ]