Heh. [Solomon's included in the conglomerate of 'awful company' Takasugi drinks to. And he assumes he's included in Solomon's toast, as well. They'll drink their disgust as a pair.
Solomon can balk at the taste of the liquor, and Takasugi at the essence of his companion.
What happens when they're both inebriated? If, indeed, this creature at his side can even get drunk, though Takasugi would like to think Solomon doesn't lead such a gloomy life, stuck a normal idiot, instead of sometimes a drunken one.
Takasugi, at least, feels warmer. Not a pleasant sensation, in a poorly ventilated den - sweat begins to prick his hairline, clumping in the already greasy strands.
He straightens, shrugs; his yukata shifts, dipping open to his navel and barely hanging from his shoulders.
Were it not for the humidity, maybe he would lean closer, an effort to share some of that heat... and to give Solomon the gift of something to complain about. But he's not drunk enough for sticky skin against sticky skin.
Another glass poured for himself, it is.] Want to drink until you can enjoy it?
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Solomon can balk at the taste of the liquor, and Takasugi at the essence of his companion.
What happens when they're both inebriated? If, indeed, this creature at his side can even get drunk, though Takasugi would like to think Solomon doesn't lead such a gloomy life, stuck a normal idiot, instead of sometimes a drunken one.
Takasugi, at least, feels warmer. Not a pleasant sensation, in a poorly ventilated den - sweat begins to prick his hairline, clumping in the already greasy strands.
He straightens, shrugs; his yukata shifts, dipping open to his navel and barely hanging from his shoulders.
Were it not for the humidity, maybe he would lean closer, an effort to share some of that heat... and to give Solomon the gift of something to complain about. But he's not drunk enough for sticky skin against sticky skin.
Another glass poured for himself, it is.] Want to drink until you can enjoy it?