[Kaz sits up and watches Ocelot, and for the most fleeting of moments the vague smile on his lips widens (who knew Ocelot could make Kazuhira Miller of all the damn people in the world smile more.)]
[He can't quite pinpoint who their gaze was drawn to. The big guy? God, is it going to be the big guy.]
[A flat, level breath out his nose and he stands to go head off Ocelot near the door. He leans in unnervingly close, the way someone would do if they were going to brush their lips against someone's ear (like half of Kaz's conversations with Venom Snake in his elder years) and asks-]
Hey hot stuff. You see someone you're into?
[Not her, obviously. She might as well have been his grandma for all the arousal he expressed with that.]
That's okay I went and got my own cup.
[He can't quite pinpoint who their gaze was drawn to. The big guy? God, is it going to be the big guy.]
[A flat, level breath out his nose and he stands to go head off Ocelot near the door. He leans in unnervingly close, the way someone would do if they were going to brush their lips against someone's ear (like half of Kaz's conversations with Venom Snake in his elder years) and asks-]
Hey hot stuff. You see someone you're into?
[Not her, obviously. She might as well have been his grandma for all the arousal he expressed with that.]