[ Nanami does his best not to crowd her when she steps inside, and when she offers the drinks for inspection, he squints at them as he reads the labels on the drinks. They're all definitely something he would like, especially when he feels this crummy so he's immediately grateful towards Youko for her efforts. ]
Thank you.
[ And he will take the iced honey hojicha and the bag of snacks from her, busying himself with putting a straw in the plastic top of the drink as he heads deeper into the apartment. He'll lead her through it towards the small kitchenette where he places the bag of snacks down and takes a sip of the tea that she brought. The expression on his face as he sips it though, it is one of contentment so it seems she made the right choice here. ]
[Once he makes his selection, she makes hers, plucking the yuzu green tea the carrier for herself before following him deeper into apartment, through to the kitchenette. Youko deposits the remaining drinks beside the bag of snacks and posts up against the counter next to him. She waits until Nanami takes his first sip and his expression slips into that satisfied state before she bothers to puncture her own cup with a straw. A contented-looking Nanami is as clear a sign that her mission was successful as ever there was.]
After the hot ones cool down, you could refrigerate them. Have them over ice later...
[Fluid intake is very important for defeating a hangover, after all. Same for the bag of carbohydrates between them; an integral step in the process. A process that begs one very specific, and only slightly teasing question:]
Do I get to hear why you're nursing a hangover I had nothing to do with, Kento?
He doesn't answer immediately, just continuing to sip the honey hojicha for a moment as he lets the tea rehydrate him and bring him back to life. It's only after the throbbing in his head subsides just a little that he sets the tea down and leans against the counter, rubbing his face with a hand and staring at the bag of snacks.
He'll move to start digging through it because he must have, at least, bought a melonpan. While he does, he answers her. ]
Blind date. Went poorly. She was... obnoxious. [ Which feels very mean to say but he can't even begin to describe it otherwise. ] Don't know why anyone thought we'd be compatible. Kept drinking to avoid talking to her and in the end, I just wished it was you there instead. We would have had more fun.
[ The implication that he'd prefer to date Youko is kind of lost on him at the moment, in his search for the melonpan. ]
[If these were normal circumstances, she might suspect his silence meant she had overstepped, touched on something to do with his job that she shouldn't be privy to anyways. It seems more likely he's just lagging from the aftereffects in the way he rubs at his face. Besides, she doesn't believe Nanami would simply ignore her if she had overstepped. Youko sips at the tart citrus tea, waiting, watching him scrounge in the bag of snacks for—]
Oh.
[A blind date. Not a topic she can relate to, but that doesn't stop the look of pure sympathy she gives him. Or the way her eyebrows raise at him using 'obnoxious' to summarize his date. The worst thing she's heard him call someone before was 'insufferable', but that was about his oldest friend, not some relative stranger; there was still a layer of fondness to that.
There are a few things that come to mind — Are you looking for something particular in there or just looking? and Who set you up in the first place? and I can't imagine you drinking just to avoid someone. — but none make it out of her thoughts when she processes that last thing he said.]
You... wished it was me there? Because we'd have more fun?
[Just because, she adds firmly for herself, trying to minimize the rush of overactive warmth to her face.]
ok now i'm back for real (sry was recovering from surgery)
[ He truly isn't that mean typically. Even if he had thoughts of the sour variety, he'd keep them to himself. But this date was awful, truly just awful, and he really didn't know how else to describe it. He doesn't know why he agreed in the first place, doesn't know why Ijichi thought to set them up. Idiot.
He doesn't notice Youko's fluster though, his mind too distracted by the memories of last night and the recovery of now to really put it together. He just views her comment as an innocent question and so, he nods, affirming it. ]
Yes. I enjoy your company more than most people. Going out with someone — mm. I'm not opposed but there are few people I would spend individual one on one time with. You are one.
[ Otherwise, why bother? He'd rather just be home reading. ]
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Thank you.
[ And he will take the iced honey hojicha and the bag of snacks from her, busying himself with putting a straw in the plastic top of the drink as he heads deeper into the apartment. He'll lead her through it towards the small kitchenette where he places the bag of snacks down and takes a sip of the tea that she brought. The expression on his face as he sips it though, it is one of contentment so it seems she made the right choice here. ]
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[Once he makes his selection, she makes hers, plucking the yuzu green tea the carrier for herself before following him deeper into apartment, through to the kitchenette. Youko deposits the remaining drinks beside the bag of snacks and posts up against the counter next to him. She waits until Nanami takes his first sip and his expression slips into that satisfied state before she bothers to puncture her own cup with a straw. A contented-looking Nanami is as clear a sign that her mission was successful as ever there was.]
After the hot ones cool down, you could refrigerate them. Have them over ice later...
[Fluid intake is very important for defeating a hangover, after all. Same for the bag of carbohydrates between them; an integral step in the process. A process that begs one very specific, and only slightly teasing question:]
Do I get to hear why you're nursing a hangover I had nothing to do with, Kento?
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He doesn't answer immediately, just continuing to sip the honey hojicha for a moment as he lets the tea rehydrate him and bring him back to life. It's only after the throbbing in his head subsides just a little that he sets the tea down and leans against the counter, rubbing his face with a hand and staring at the bag of snacks.
He'll move to start digging through it because he must have, at least, bought a melonpan. While he does, he answers her. ]
Blind date. Went poorly. She was... obnoxious. [ Which feels very mean to say but he can't even begin to describe it otherwise. ] Don't know why anyone thought we'd be compatible. Kept drinking to avoid talking to her and in the end, I just wished it was you there instead. We would have had more fun.
[ The implication that he'd prefer to date Youko is kind of lost on him at the moment, in his search for the melonpan. ]
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Oh.
[A blind date. Not a topic she can relate to, but that doesn't stop the look of pure sympathy she gives him. Or the way her eyebrows raise at him using 'obnoxious' to summarize his date. The worst thing she's heard him call someone before was 'insufferable', but that was about his oldest friend, not some relative stranger; there was still a layer of fondness to that.
There are a few things that come to mind — Are you looking for something particular in there or just looking? and Who set you up in the first place? and I can't imagine you drinking just to avoid someone. — but none make it out of her thoughts when she processes that last thing he said.]
You... wished it was me there? Because we'd have more fun?
[Just because, she adds firmly for herself, trying to minimize the rush of overactive warmth to her face.]
ok now i'm back for real (sry was recovering from surgery)
He doesn't notice Youko's fluster though, his mind too distracted by the memories of last night and the recovery of now to really put it together. He just views her comment as an innocent question and so, he nods, affirming it. ]
Yes. I enjoy your company more than most people. Going out with someone — mm. I'm not opposed but there are few people I would spend individual one on one time with. You are one.
[ Otherwise, why bother? He'd rather just be home reading. ]