Shinkai lets out a bubbly laugh at the remark, Fukutomi- characteristically- remains unreactive.
"Well," Fukutomi starts, adjusting his partner's arm over his shoulder. "I don't think Hayato wants to embarrass himself any more in public tonight than he has."
"Yes I doooo... " Shinkai protests dizzily, weakly attempting to sit back down at their seats, but Fukutomi is sturdy as he manages to guide the dead weight practically hanging off him.
"Good night, Ishigaki."
"Night." The humor in Ishigaki's voice is prominent, and he waves a hand, amusingly watching as the two struggle to make their way out of the building.
"That afraid to try something new, huh?" Ishigaki then teases Midousuji. Its not unlike the other to do something that could mess with his composure, so as much as the thought of flushed Midousuji has been floating in the back of Ishigaki's head tonight, he doesn't pry.
He then takes note of Midousuji's lightly damp face, inky strains of his black hair he'd been growing out sticking to his face. A few hours on a bike is nothing for Midousuji, but its plain to see he needs to sit down. A ping of guilt hits Ishigaki's chest, realizing he really did just selfishly drag the other to another region, in a place he didn't even want to be, crowded with people he didn't want to see. Perhaps he'll pick a better, more casual spot next time if presented another chance.
"You're probably hungry right? It's not too late to order something." Ishigaki states, shifting their used dishes in an organized pile to the side- partially for Midousuji's sake, but it was a habit he had picked up when he put the overworking waitresses in consideration. "I know you aren't excited to come to these sort of things, so... I can pay. If you want."
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"Well," Fukutomi starts, adjusting his partner's arm over his shoulder. "I don't think Hayato wants to embarrass himself any more in public tonight than he has."
"Yes I doooo... " Shinkai protests dizzily, weakly attempting to sit back down at their seats, but Fukutomi is sturdy as he manages to guide the dead weight practically hanging off him.
"Good night, Ishigaki."
"Night." The humor in Ishigaki's voice is prominent, and he waves a hand, amusingly watching as the two struggle to make their way out of the building.
"That afraid to try something new, huh?" Ishigaki then teases Midousuji. Its not unlike the other to do something that could mess with his composure, so as much as the thought of flushed Midousuji has been floating in the back of Ishigaki's head tonight, he doesn't pry.
He then takes note of Midousuji's lightly damp face, inky strains of his black hair he'd been growing out sticking to his face. A few hours on a bike is nothing for Midousuji, but its plain to see he needs to sit down. A ping of guilt hits Ishigaki's chest, realizing he really did just selfishly drag the other to another region, in a place he didn't even want to be, crowded with people he didn't want to see. Perhaps he'll pick a better, more casual spot next time if presented another chance.
"You're probably hungry right? It's not too late to order something." Ishigaki states, shifting their used dishes in an organized pile to the side- partially for Midousuji's sake, but it was a habit he had picked up when he put the overworking waitresses in consideration. "I know you aren't excited to come to these sort of things, so... I can pay. If you want."