[A single-mindedness Takasugi will grow to respect, when it becomes apparent. Which won't take long, if Enjolras's directness from the network carries over into his casual conversation.
Takasugi raises a hand to the bartender, signaling for two drinks. Comparable to whiskey, the liquor is strong and as aged in color as the decor.
He laughs, as well as those around me in this place translates to 'like shit'.]
Making do. [He lifts his glass, a tilt given to Enjolras - the only formality he'll offer - and takes a slip.] Did you come to hear stories about the past?
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Takasugi raises a hand to the bartender, signaling for two drinks. Comparable to whiskey, the liquor is strong and as aged in color as the decor.
He laughs, as well as those around me in this place translates to 'like shit'.]
Making do. [He lifts his glass, a tilt given to Enjolras - the only formality he'll offer - and takes a slip.] Did you come to hear stories about the past?
Or to discuss the future?