[Note to self: Never. For Any Reason. Thank Takasugi for a kind gesture. If that consideration ends here, he doesn't mind it. It is his own fault -- rather, it's an embarrassing situation; he hasn't been so vulnerable in decades. Maybe he's reached his self-healing quota...
Asinine, especially where he hadn't done anything to outright damage his eyes.]
That's fine-
[Between I'm not going to go looking for a solution and If you want to know.]
I'd like not to advertise this anyway.
[Annnnnnd then those footfalls head elsewhere, grow distant. There's a clatter of somesort and he can only assume that Takasugi's preparing
'preparing'
sake for them. Or something similar. The most disappointing thing he's surmised all night. A sigh marks his opinion on that matter, but the sound of running water is promising.
Unless he's using milk, because that still sounds like shit.
Either way, standing about uselessly is a dumb thing to do, and so he'll head for Takasugi's designated couch for a sit where he can ponder in darkness like Edgar Allen Poe, whose house is a Bolocco's now.]
what if solomon calls him tsun tsun dere dere~
Asinine, especially where he hadn't done anything to outright damage his eyes.]
That's fine-
[Between I'm not going to go looking for a solution and If you want to know.]
I'd like not to advertise this anyway.
[Annnnnnd then those footfalls head elsewhere, grow distant. There's a clatter of somesort and he can only assume that Takasugi's preparing
'preparing'
sake for them. Or something similar. The most disappointing thing he's surmised all night. A sigh marks his opinion on that matter, but the sound of running water is promising.
Unless he's using milk, because that still sounds like shit.
Either way, standing about uselessly is a dumb thing to do, and so he'll head for Takasugi's designated couch for a sit where he can ponder in darkness like Edgar Allen Poe, whose house is a Bolocco's now.]