[ it it a little bit maddening? this game? yeah— sure. does kabru hate it? not at all.
it's the arch of the other's back, though, that keeps him behaved; ordinarily he'd be snide now; a mutter here, a faked smile there. but tsurumaru has weighted the atmosphere like a professional, and kabru's placated.
as placated as someone is when they slink forward, and wrap an arm around their fake date's waist, hand just about circling it. he hadn't noticed earlier— he's been assigned the most fine-boned accessory in the room. maybe it's presumptuous to slip a hand beneath tsurumaru's jacket, whatever. the entire room is drunk enough not to care about a few more adventurous attendees— after all, this is one of those parties; illicit is an expectation, rather than something a blind eye is turned towards. he tips his head down, chin resting on a bony shoulder. ]
I'm sorry, is this one bothering you? He can get a little overly friendly, when we go out. [ said to the target... which is—? questionably wise, but kabru pulls it off with such a shock of charm and warmth that the drunk man seems to think this is now a package deal (they saw you across the bar and liked your vibe...? help) and waves him off. kabru slides a hand down, bracketing tsurumaru's hip, and giving it a sharp squeeze. ] Isn't that right?
[ some teeth in that smile. is he really— jealous of a fake chat up. maybe yes.
look— fake date or not, he likes to be the center of attention.
backing off, he leans against the bar counter, running a hand against his slicked-back hair, setting a few loose strands into place. kabru addresses the target, turning blue eyes onto him. ]
You're here to buy? So are we. Just browsing, but you know, I'm weak when he asks me for something. [ a nod to tsurumaru. apparently kabru is papa-san today. okay. ] Just can't say no.
[ he tilts his head, catching tsurumaru's eye, and for a second, kabru's own eyes narrow with the shred of a shared joke. something warmer in it, just a second of a more boyish, more gentle glint. ] How could I say no to him, anyway?
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it's the arch of the other's back, though, that keeps him behaved; ordinarily he'd be snide now; a mutter here, a faked smile there. but tsurumaru has weighted the atmosphere like a professional, and kabru's placated.
as placated as someone is when they slink forward, and wrap an arm around their fake date's waist, hand just about circling it. he hadn't noticed earlier— he's been assigned the most fine-boned accessory in the room. maybe it's presumptuous to slip a hand beneath tsurumaru's jacket, whatever. the entire room is drunk enough not to care about a few more adventurous attendees— after all, this is one of those parties; illicit is an expectation, rather than something a blind eye is turned towards. he tips his head down, chin resting on a bony shoulder. ]
I'm sorry, is this one bothering you? He can get a little overly friendly, when we go out. [ said to the target... which is—? questionably wise, but kabru pulls it off with such a shock of charm and warmth that the drunk man seems to think this is now a package deal (they saw you across the bar and liked your vibe...? help) and waves him off. kabru slides a hand down, bracketing tsurumaru's hip, and giving it a sharp squeeze. ] Isn't that right?
[ some teeth in that smile. is he really— jealous of a fake chat up. maybe yes.
look— fake date or not, he likes to be the center of attention.
backing off, he leans against the bar counter, running a hand against his slicked-back hair, setting a few loose strands into place. kabru addresses the target, turning blue eyes onto him. ]
You're here to buy? So are we. Just browsing, but you know, I'm weak when he asks me for something. [ a nod to tsurumaru. apparently kabru is papa-san today. okay. ] Just can't say no.
[ he tilts his head, catching tsurumaru's eye, and for a second, kabru's own eyes narrow with the shred of a shared joke. something warmer in it, just a second of a more boyish, more gentle glint. ] How could I say no to him, anyway?