[Look, Solomon is just a regular fucked up dad and Diva's his weirdo kid...which is actually a triflin dynamic to pursue in this context with any truth. As it were, it's been a while since he'd tried to kiss her.
He thinks to pursue that -- probe into it, offer to put together some formal invitations, but it occurs to him that he doesn't really know any of his friends. There's a frown poorly timed with his word of expectations, in lieu of his own thoughts rather than anything spoken.
Not that he can speak to friendship, he possesses bonds of his own.]
...Alright. [Finally; some weight finds his thumb, pressing past his lips for all of a moment -- the main purpose behind the gesture is just to brush them, roll his lower one once and then draw away. It isn't out of modesty, but they are at Diva's party.
They should refrain from pulling their dicks out, maybe.
The date is...indeed close, but if it's just him, he can wrangle something suitable together. It's easy enough to remember just as well.]
August tenth, perhaps I'll be the one inviting you.
[In turn, a hand finds Takasugi's shoulder timed with a way in his step -- shifting his weight as well as a suggestion. They are at a dancey dance...]
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He thinks to pursue that -- probe into it, offer to put together some formal invitations, but it occurs to him that he doesn't really know any of his friends. There's a frown poorly timed with his word of expectations, in lieu of his own thoughts rather than anything spoken.
Not that he can speak to friendship, he possesses bonds of his own.]
...Alright. [Finally; some weight finds his thumb, pressing past his lips for all of a moment -- the main purpose behind the gesture is just to brush them, roll his lower one once and then draw away. It isn't out of modesty, but they are at Diva's party.
They should refrain from pulling their dicks out, maybe.
The date is...indeed close, but if it's just him, he can wrangle something suitable together. It's easy enough to remember just as well.]
August tenth, perhaps I'll be the one inviting you.
[In turn, a hand finds Takasugi's shoulder timed with a way in his step -- shifting his weight as well as a suggestion. They are at a dancey dance...]