[ the slowing of choso’s pattering coincides with the approach of footsteps down the hall leading to Brimstone, the huff of his breath twinned to Toji’s sharp ears.
when choso finally knocks at the door to announce his arrival, it’s a clatter of knuckles on alloy twofold.
naturally, he doesn’t wait before he just lets himself in anyway. ]
[ The second that Choso comes through the door is the second the putrid scent of alcohol hits Toji's sensitive nose, but it's followed by a scent of food. Toji's been sitting on the edge of his bed with his lounge clothes on and instantly he stands, going to Choso like a hungry animal and instantly reaching for the bag. ]
[ choso is all too happy to relinquish the bag, letting Toji worry about its hefty contents with a ridiculous little satisfied huff. (there are so many in here; did he really just buy out the whole onigiri section!?) ]
Oh-kay.
[ that goddamn call. it ends, thankfully, put out like a candle with a little blip of a notif while choso sort of hops on the spot to kick off his shoes (the plainest trainers a person could possibly buy) before he deigns to go any further. it's only proper, isn't it?
plopping onto the bed with another huff, choso doesn't bother with things like vertical action when gravity is so eager to guide him all the way down to starfish out over the sheets, legs hanging over the edge. ]
Not sick. One Longh Islan' Ice Tea. It did not tashte like tea.
[ either the rooms all have a mini fridge or Toji acquired one himself, so you bet he’s just gonna stuff all of those onigiri in there.. besides two random ones. One for him and one for Choso. But also, a bottle of water is presented.
Toji looks down at Choso flatly. ]
Sit up. Drink.
[ but he joins Choso at the edge of the bed. Surely his broad shoulder will provide something nice to rest head on, right? ]
That’s a lot of liquor in one drink. You need to eat food and hydrate.
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[ and then silence. He’s not giving him that satisfaction so easily. ]
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[ the slowing of choso’s pattering coincides with the approach of footsteps down the hall leading to Brimstone, the huff of his breath twinned to Toji’s sharp ears.
when choso finally knocks at the door to announce his arrival, it’s a clatter of knuckles on alloy twofold.
naturally, he doesn’t wait before he just lets himself in anyway. ]
Tadaimaaa.
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Give me that.
[ followed by: ]
Sit down. Right there.
[ bed pls ]
Do you feel sick? How much did you drink?
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Oh-kay.
[ that goddamn call. it ends, thankfully, put out like a candle with a little blip of a notif while choso sort of hops on the spot to kick off his shoes (the plainest trainers a person could possibly buy) before he deigns to go any further. it's only proper, isn't it?
plopping onto the bed with another huff, choso doesn't bother with things like vertical action when gravity is so eager to guide him all the way down to starfish out over the sheets, legs hanging over the edge. ]
Not sick. One Longh Islan' Ice Tea. It did not tashte like tea.
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Toji looks down at Choso flatly. ]
Sit up. Drink.
[ but he joins Choso at the edge of the bed. Surely his broad shoulder will provide something nice to rest head on, right? ]
That’s a lot of liquor in one drink. You need to eat food and hydrate.