[ Ah, the politics of love. To be fair, there’s no way in hell he’d do that to her, even at the behest of someone like Aoba. But no matter how their seats are configured, shit’s gonna be awkward either way.
Look, he would have spat it out ages ago if it didn’t that Aoba wouldn’t have any idea what he was even talking about. That’s just confusing! And Scrap offers no contingency plans for fuckups in communication occurring at the behest of maladjusted space-time. That’s just…seriously, man.
He needs Mizuki’s insightful bartender wisdom right about now. ]
Y—You think? [ About Aoba being popular, because ahahaha. ]
You’re on, Clear. [ he says this halfheartedly, because he’s not sure why he’s feeling so threatened all of a sudden? Shit, he really needs to drag Aoba off someplace quiet after this and just spill the beans. Maybe even make Aoba go through the trauma of Scrapping him again, yeah, that’ll be great for his sanity.
But he sits across from Aoba anyway, while flushing a little red and hoping that he can just blame it all on that champagne earlier. Maybe he should apologize—explain that he’s tripped up somehow, but that excuse won’t fly. Especially not on Aoba.
Right, relax dude. Clear isn’t really competition…is he? At least, probably not in the way he means… ]
Ah, forget about it, guys. We shouldn’t let the food get cold. [ And Clear’s worked so hard on it, too… ]
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Look, he would have spat it out ages ago if it didn’t that Aoba wouldn’t have any idea what he was even talking about. That’s just confusing! And Scrap offers no contingency plans for fuckups in communication occurring at the behest of maladjusted space-time. That’s just…seriously, man.
He needs Mizuki’s insightful bartender wisdom right about now. ]
Y—You think? [ About Aoba being popular, because ahahaha. ]
You’re on, Clear. [ he says this halfheartedly, because he’s not sure why he’s feeling so threatened all of a sudden? Shit, he really needs to drag Aoba off someplace quiet after this and just spill the beans. Maybe even make Aoba go through the trauma of Scrapping him again, yeah, that’ll be great for his sanity.
But he sits across from Aoba anyway, while flushing a little red and hoping that he can just blame it all on that champagne earlier. Maybe he should apologize—explain that he’s tripped up somehow, but that excuse won’t fly. Especially not on Aoba.
Right, relax dude. Clear isn’t really competition…is he? At least, probably not in the way he means… ]
Ah, forget about it, guys. We shouldn’t let the food get cold. [ And Clear’s worked so hard on it, too… ]