[His competitor reaches the door first - seeing a black blur rush by his outstretched hand nearly makes Takasugi stop. But if he doesn't keep moving he may lose more than a race, his stomach lurching and urging him forward.
He wraps his hand around the handle and jerks the door open, dislodging the redhead from a stable perch.]
You shouldn't stop.
[A slurred warning uttered before Takasugi slides out onto the street. Leaving his companion and the bill behind.
He won't complain if the man follows him - right now, pettily avoiding the loss of silver seems way more important than ever coming back to this bar again.]
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He wraps his hand around the handle and jerks the door open, dislodging the redhead from a stable perch.]
You shouldn't stop.
[A slurred warning uttered before Takasugi slides out onto the street. Leaving his companion and the bill behind.
He won't complain if the man follows him - right now, pettily avoiding the loss of silver seems way more important than ever coming back to this bar again.]