WHO: Okada Izou and "friends". WHAT: Catch-all for TDM/event prompts. WHERE: Various sites around Kyoto. WHEN: Most of May. WARNINGS: Animal gore, BDSM talk???. Will update as necessary.
( izou tries to process this information to the best of his ability, which is... not very well, given his guard is entirely down, a hand sticking clammy to an invisible glass and a half-lidded eye doing its best to focus on wriothesley's gestures and meaning.
but what's said gradually clicks into place, especially the "doesn't have much interest in me the way she does for you" part.
which is totally how that sentence went, by the way. word-for-word. his mind is running with that, all at once too excited to stop himself from smacking wriothesley on the back a couple times. rather aggressively. )
I had my doubts, about ya... but you're a, a nice guy after all, huh?! I'll pay for yer... drink.
( check out this full 180 now that he can erase wriothesley from the equation. )
[ That hand on his back catches him right as he's taking a sip of his drink, and the force of it sends alcohol burning down both his esophagus and windpipe. For a moment, there's just the sound of coughing as he tries to clear away the booze cluttering up his pipes, with the occasional interspersed word in response to Izou's very generous offer. ]
That's [ cough cough ] very nice of you but [ hang on while he clears his throat ] I can pay for [ one last wheeze ] myself.
[ Okay, cool, now that he isn't choking half to death, he can respond properly. Ignore the reddened tint to his face and the slight rasp to his voice from all that coughing. ]
You sure I'm a nice guy though? You barely know anything about me. I could be a well-hidden serial killer for all you know.
the sort where he isn't bothered in the least, and damn, wriothesley is even cuter when he's choking to death. duly noted. )
Fair enough. But all I gotta do is, is cut ya down if you try gettin' the jump on me at some point. Which I ain't worry... worried about none. Been through that too many times to count.
[ There's too much real confidence behind those words, as opposed to the usual bluster he's gotten used to, for him not to believe them, even if the only prompt more questions than answers. But now hardly seems like a good time to ask, not when Izou is deep into his cups and Wriothesley himself isn't drunk enough to let loose and ask. (A problem easily solved but also left for a different day.)
He takes another drink, careful not to choke on it this time, sighing after he swallows. The flush from before is gone, replaced by wry resignation. ]
Well, I hope for March's sake that doesn't happen again any time soon.
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but what's said gradually clicks into place, especially the "doesn't have much interest in me the way she does for you" part.
which is totally how that sentence went, by the way. word-for-word. his mind is running with that, all at once too excited to stop himself from smacking wriothesley on the back a couple times. rather aggressively. )
I had my doubts, about ya... but you're a, a nice guy after all, huh?! I'll pay for yer... drink.
( check out this full 180 now that he can erase wriothesley from the equation. )
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That's [ cough cough ] very nice of you but [ hang on while he clears his throat ] I can pay for [ one last wheeze ] myself.
[ Okay, cool, now that he isn't choking half to death, he can respond properly. Ignore the reddened tint to his face and the slight rasp to his voice from all that coughing. ]
You sure I'm a nice guy though? You barely know anything about me. I could be a well-hidden serial killer for all you know.
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the sort where he isn't bothered in the least, and damn, wriothesley is even cuter when he's choking to death. duly noted. )
Fair enough. But all I gotta do is, is cut ya down if you try gettin' the jump on me at some point. Which I ain't worry... worried about none. Been through that too many times to count.
( nice was kind, but not always good. )
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[ There's too much real confidence behind those words, as opposed to the usual bluster he's gotten used to, for him not to believe them, even if the only prompt more questions than answers. But now hardly seems like a good time to ask, not when Izou is deep into his cups and Wriothesley himself isn't drunk enough to let loose and ask. (A problem easily solved but also left for a different day.)
He takes another drink, careful not to choke on it this time, sighing after he swallows. The flush from before is gone, replaced by wry resignation. ]
Well, I hope for March's sake that doesn't happen again any time soon.