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[gasmaskguy]

Who: Aoba aocatch , Clear gasmaskguy , Koujaku kaba , and Vietnam hoasen
When: Monday, December 1
Where: Clear's apartment
What: Family dinner!! Well, two neighbors/good friends and Aoba, but close enough.
Rating/Warning: This is bound to be embarrassing in so many ways.


[ Having some time off from work during a weekday had left Clear with an abundance of free time, but he's made good use of it, he thinks! While his friends and Aoba were busy at their own jobs, he got an early start preparing a nice dinner for the four of them to share. It wasn't a grandiose idea, really, but he felt it to be an important one - a necessary ritual shared among good company. It promoted a sense of familiarity, home, and happiness.

Of course, he didn't believe that Aoba or Koujaku had the privilege of meeting Vietnam yet, but when he sent out texts asking them to share a meal at his place tonight, he assured them that the additional 'new friend' that he'd invited was a very kind person that they were sure to like! As for Vietnam, he'd asked for the opportunity to introduce her to Aoba-san♡ and their cool friend from home. They're sure to get along well, he juuust knows it!!) ]

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[aocatch]

[ Give or take a disastrous upheaval, he's likely not getting off the bat scotch-free. Aoba's literally going into contortions blithely tackling the food in ostensible, half-starved bites with no appreciable sense of satiation following each swallow. At this rate, he'll be lucky if he doesn't end up dry-heaving on chopsticks over gastrointestinal shame and, like, two unrepentant kilograms of oil-fried tempura.

There is no quick fix for piss-poor decisions made on the eye of a needle — or rather, the rapidly deteriorating state of their home reception. While he's all well and good entertaining thoughts of stabbing the nearest cutlery knife, serrated edge turned downwards, into his hand and calling emergency services before he hemorrhaged, even he realizes that it's a good indicator of insanity. And rather than give in to opportunistic urges for an easy way out, he's seeking an alternative.

The thought that readily comes to mind, of course, is diversion. If he can't trick his mind, he can at least trick his body. ]

You know, I am pretty thirsty. A few drinks never hurt anyone, right?

[ Perusing the champagne glasses with sparking interest, he ignores all social cues to snag one of the drinks Clear's poured out and gulping it down in one lengthy draught and soon punctuating with: ] Don't worry, I'll save enough space for desert.

[ Like that's actually comforting.

Ignoring Koujaku and Vietnam's reservations, there Aoba goes again, repeating the gesture and downing another glass in front a presumably shocked audience. Someone stop him, he's out of control. ]