[Mai's disinterest is one-sided. Takasugi watches her expression grow cautious and then tired, like the threads of nerves being slackened. He leans into the wall with one shoulder, eyes caught by movement near her waist.
She's not too trusting.
Pastry accepted, the man beams. He reaches out to pat her shoulder, an encouraging gesture and some garbled mix between 'you'll love it' and 'enjoy, my dear' bellowed before he stumbles back to his companions.
Takasugi anticipated her just dropping the treat to the floor, or more awkwardly, simply holding it until they leave.
When it's offered to him, he chuckles.] Too sweet for my taste.
[A hand held up, and he's turning to leave, his drink finished.
He's not one pace towards the door frame when a crash disrupts the amiable chatter, wood shattering and feet scrambling. Takasugi stops, turning to look over his shoulder at the disruption - an argument that's growing out of proportion, by the looks of it.
The small side-table crumpled on the ground, a young man stands heaving breaths, red in the face with a small glisten of drool on his lips. His target, an older man dressed more finely than anyone else, stares in shock.
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She's not too trusting.
Pastry accepted, the man beams. He reaches out to pat her shoulder, an encouraging gesture and some garbled mix between 'you'll love it' and 'enjoy, my dear' bellowed before he stumbles back to his companions.
Takasugi anticipated her just dropping the treat to the floor, or more awkwardly, simply holding it until they leave.
When it's offered to him, he chuckles.] Too sweet for my taste.
[A hand held up, and he's turning to leave, his drink finished.
He's not one pace towards the door frame when a crash disrupts the amiable chatter, wood shattering and feet scrambling. Takasugi stops, turning to look over his shoulder at the disruption - an argument that's growing out of proportion, by the looks of it.
The small side-table crumpled on the ground, a young man stands heaving breaths, red in the face with a small glisten of drool on his lips. His target, an older man dressed more finely than anyone else, stares in shock.
Takasugi doesn't care to intervene.]