It’s the least he deserves. He’s not even sure how he’s supposed to calm himself down in the light of things—the food smells great and he thought it would be enough, if the drink hadn’t. Maybe he should get Aoba drunk? That’s a terrible thought, even if he would…maybe…let him loose when they’re both safe in the sultry privacy of his apartment. Whichever apartment.
There’s no turning back now, he thinks, even as he can feel the questions radiating off the other two in waves. It’s not fair for him to lock on to just Aoba for the entire affair, of course.
At this rate he might chopstick-feed everyone just to take the edge off this awkwardness.
Or make it worse.
He’s busy trying not to imagine what that mouth could do to something similarly shaped to a tempura shrimp before Clear opens his big yap and Koujaku nearly chokes on the heart lodged in his throat.
He opts for spluttering and staring dumbfounded at Clear, before carefully laying his chopsticks onto the table like Clear’s got a gun trained between his eyes. ]
…Yeah? [ What else is he supposed to say to that?? ] Thanks, Clear.
[ He clears his throat. ]
Not too much, all right? Because… [ He lays a surreptitious little glance at Aoba’s way. Remember what we talked about, his eyes seem to say to Clear. Clear, please read the atmosphere for once. The same doubly goes for birdbrain over here. ]
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It’s the least he deserves. He’s not even sure how he’s supposed to calm himself down in the light of things—the food smells great and he thought it would be enough, if the drink hadn’t. Maybe he should get Aoba drunk? That’s a terrible thought, even if he would…maybe…let him loose when they’re both safe in the sultry privacy of his apartment. Whichever apartment.
There’s no turning back now, he thinks, even as he can feel the questions radiating off the other two in waves. It’s not fair for him to lock on to just Aoba for the entire affair, of course.
At this rate he might chopstick-feed everyone just to take the edge off this awkwardness.
Or make it worse.
He’s busy trying not to imagine what that mouth could do to something similarly shaped to a tempura shrimp before Clear opens his big yap and Koujaku nearly chokes on the heart lodged in his throat.
He opts for spluttering and staring dumbfounded at Clear, before carefully laying his chopsticks onto the table like Clear’s got a gun trained between his eyes. ]
…Yeah? [ What else is he supposed to say to that?? ] Thanks, Clear.
[ He clears his throat. ]
Not too much, all right? Because… [ He lays a surreptitious little glance at Aoba’s way. Remember what we talked about, his eyes seem to say to Clear. Clear, please read the atmosphere for once. The same doubly goes for birdbrain over here. ]
We…want to save room for dessert?