Who tast-- [ Josh catches himself as the earlier part of the evening reasserts itself: Shenanigans with Hikaru 101 over at the club called Hyve, the people, the Art of Reading Them and levelling the playing field and making it yours; and then, Hikaru asking for his rings, Josh handing them over with some visible reluctance before the Blade King walked off for a good twenty or so minutes.
With Makoto's statement, those twenty minutes he'd been left to his own devices -- productive, if he can say so himself, since he'd amused himself by making eyes at a pretty brunette who he is certain would have gathered the courage to wander over if Hikaru hadn't come back when he did, and Josh had realized that the evening was over.
Leaving the bed now and coming to sit by Makoto's feet, concern washing over his features.
Drowned, the geist had told him before. By my father. ]
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With Makoto's statement, those twenty minutes he'd been left to his own devices -- productive, if he can say so himself, since he'd amused himself by making eyes at a pretty brunette who he is certain would have gathered the courage to wander over if Hikaru hadn't come back when he did, and Josh had realized that the evening was over.
Leaving the bed now and coming to sit by Makoto's feet, concern washing over his features.
Drowned, the geist had told him before. By my father. ]