[ here Souji was, completely content with staring at the wall only to hear Chuuya's peanut gallery commentary and see the man himself pop up behind the counter like some kind of ghost of alcohol past. His eyes regain a little bit of their focus, settling on Chuuya and taking him in.
obviously, he's not a regular joe if he's perfectly fine with waltzing into a trashed out bar and talking to Souji who probably looks vaguely unhinged in his jammies. but Souji's not sure he's in the mood for fully conscious company, so his stare flattens.
but Chuuya also doesn't seem to actually care about Souji atm, so. and trying to hit someone else with a bar stool seems a little pointless at the moment. ]
Sake.
[ He doesn't want to drink, but he does want to wash out the taste of blood in his mouth. And if Chuuya is offering, then he'll take it? Maybe Chuuya will actually attempt to poison him, and that might revitalize Souji long enough to try to fight him. either way, he can stay.
um not all of us were born to be cake strippers
obviously, he's not a regular joe if he's perfectly fine with waltzing into a trashed out bar and talking to Souji who probably looks vaguely unhinged in his jammies. but Souji's not sure he's in the mood for fully conscious company, so his stare flattens.
but Chuuya also doesn't seem to actually care about Souji atm, so. and trying to hit someone else with a bar stool seems a little pointless at the moment. ]
Sake.
[ He doesn't want to drink, but he does want to wash out the taste of blood in his mouth. And if Chuuya is offering, then he'll take it? Maybe Chuuya will actually attempt to poison him, and that might revitalize Souji long enough to try to fight him. either way, he can stay.
JUST DON'T TALK ABOUT HIS JAMMIES AGAIN. ]