( it does help, really, because beyond putting a name to a face, he's busy being over-the-moon in all his restless, drunken sureness.
shrinking away from his challenge... basically meant... he's scared of izou, right? right??? there's a shared understanding here—no, a one-sided understanding, that spreads through his inebriated haze and down to his hand, moving it away from his side and up to brush the heel of his palm against his nose as he breaks into a languid smile.
put another way, he's experiencing the dopamine rush of a drunken fool who thinks he's already won. )
I'm, ... perfectly—
( fine. maybe. whatever he says after that devolves quickly into slurred gibberish, feet practically dragging along the street as he actually listens and begins to make his way... somewhere. hopefully home, or what's considered home in the dying evening of this city anchored in distress.
when he finally stumbles far enough away, it's almost as if he were never there, as if his shape had merged perfectly with the crowds and the grey beneath the neon cityscape. )
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shrinking away from his challenge... basically meant... he's scared of izou, right? right??? there's a shared understanding here—no, a one-sided understanding, that spreads through his inebriated haze and down to his hand, moving it away from his side and up to brush the heel of his palm against his nose as he breaks into a languid smile.
put another way, he's experiencing the dopamine rush of a drunken fool who thinks he's already won. )
I'm, ... perfectly—
( fine. maybe. whatever he says after that devolves quickly into slurred gibberish, feet practically dragging along the street as he actually listens and begins to make his way... somewhere. hopefully home, or what's considered home in the dying evening of this city anchored in distress.
when he finally stumbles far enough away, it's almost as if he were never there, as if his shape had merged perfectly with the crowds and the grey beneath the neon cityscape. )