[ oh, a run does sound good. but it doesn't escape his notice that this day seems to be his personal day, and he feels a flicker of guilt. a personal day, and ryuu spends it showing a new arrival around -- it seems as if the fount of ryuu's kindness springs eternal.
somehow, kogami isn't all too ready to ask him to continue on his own schedule and not to mind him -- no, not with that particular smile. ]
[ a hum, equal parts thoughtful and enterprising. ]
It depends on what you're in the mood for, then! Even not being picky, there's a pretty big difference between something local on tap and a glass of whisky. Or wine.
[ something tells him he's not the wine sort, but of all people, ryuu knows not to judge a book by its cover. also, he loves to drink. ]
Something local if you think it's worth trying. Or else, whiskey.
[ both remind him of masaoka, of the number of seedy bars he'd been in; maybe he'd adapt pretty well here, too, after all. and ryuu is definitely right, he's not a wine person, unless it's using it as a makeshift flamethrower.
ryuu, on the other hand, knows his wines and spirits pretty well, doesn't he? he gives him a crooked smile -- ]
[ kogami please wine needs to be treated so much more delicately ]
Ah, well...! [ is he just going to sound like a lush?! (it's probable.) ] When you grow up somewhere rural, there's not always a lot to do but drink...
[ but babe wine is just a bunch of crushed grapes ]
[ does it help if he sounds like a cute lush? ] Then you must know the best places to drink. [ make lemonade out of lemons and all that. kogami is, very occasionally, a glass half-full kind of guy.
very occasionally. ] What was Okinawa like, for you?
[ and the love of his life, awamori, is just distilled rice, okay!! ]
I'd like to think I know a few! I've only been here about... hmm, four months, myself. It'll take me a while yet to explore everywhere!
[ though it's nice to have the company. ]
For me? [ he wonders if he's ever put it into words. ] It was home. My dad wasn't super well off, or anything, but it was comfortable. You grow up depending on the sea for a lot of of things.
[ ok fine he will be gentle!! also let him have some of the love of ryuu's life ]
[ kogami listens. four months is not a long time, but to be away from home for that long and still be positive, especially when he isn't a fugitive, is endearing. ]
Oh, no! My stepdad owns a hotel chain... so I spent a lot of time there when I was younger, interacting with tourists. This was before I went to Tokyo, looking to become an idol.
[ he doesn't sound as if there's any particular bad blood there in spite of his divorced family, as if it was just another life experience among many life experiences. but he perks up moments later as they round a quiet corner that puts them on a street lined with busy little bars and restaurants. ]
- ah, we're almost there. It's the one with the green awning, that way.
[ a pub-style place that doesn't look too crowded. ]
[ oh, that's a lovely little place. kogami dutifully follows, taking in everything -- digesting what precious snippets ryuu shares with him. okinawa, then tokyo, the culture shock must've been immense. still, ryuu seems to take everything in stride, perking up when bars are mentioned; it's actually kind of endearing. ]
[ leading the way along the sidewalk and into a district that might be considered an "old town" among the sleekness of lunatia, ryuu chuckles. there's a bit of shine to it still, a polish that might seem hokey if not for the liveliness of the street, shaded by trees. ]
It did! There are things I consider home about both places.
[ simple as that.
with that, he leads the way in. the interior of the place is all dark wood and warm brass, with a long bar top across one wall, and large tables sectioning out the rest of the floor. he nods to the bartender with a smile and a lift of his hand, turning to kogami. ]
[ not that he has anything against bartenders, but walls have ears and from experience, he knows that they tend to talk -- even if there probably isn't anything very classified they'd be discussing about. the bar is gorgeous, tasteful, and inexplicably so ryuu in a thousand little ways. ]
It is, isn't it? I was surprised to find places like this in a city this modern... like something out of science fiction.
[ with its multiple layers, out of the world entertainment, space travel, magic... it'd be enough to overwhelm anyone, if they didn't find some semblance of home to turn to, at the end of the day. with that in mind, ryuu picks a table closer to the front this time, a narrow thing nestled right up against one of the windows. ]
This should do it. Wait here a second, okay?
[ he approaches the bar to have a friendly exchange with the bartender, an older gentleman who expertly pours out two tall glasses of something from on the tap, frothy and amber. with a thanks, ryuu returns, sliding the beers down onto the table. ]
[ kogami looks happier at the sight of a cold, cold beer -- he would rather forget the last time someone bought him one, after all, it's under markedly different circumstances. he's looks out the window, pleased to have such a strategic spot. ryuu looks like he knows the bartender well, that sunny friendliness endearing him to people from all walks of life, perhaps. ]
Do you usually come here alone?
[ he asks, genuinely curious. ryuu looks like he could go either way. ]
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[ oh, a run does sound good. but it doesn't escape his notice that this day seems to be his personal day, and he feels a flicker of guilt. a personal day, and ryuu spends it showing a new arrival around -- it seems as if the fount of ryuu's kindness springs eternal.
somehow, kogami isn't all too ready to ask him to continue on his own schedule and not to mind him -- no, not with that particular smile. ]
I'm not picky. What do you recommend?
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It depends on what you're in the mood for, then! Even not being picky, there's a pretty big difference between something local on tap and a glass of whisky. Or wine.
[ something tells him he's not the wine sort, but of all people, ryuu knows not to judge a book by its cover. also, he loves to drink. ]
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[ both remind him of masaoka, of the number of seedy bars he'd been in; maybe he'd adapt pretty well here, too, after all. and ryuu is definitely right, he's not a wine person, unless it's using it as a makeshift flamethrower.
ryuu, on the other hand, knows his wines and spirits pretty well, doesn't he? he gives him a crooked smile -- ]
Let me guess: drinking's your thing.
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Ah, well...! [ is he just going to sound like a lush?! (it's probable.) ] When you grow up somewhere rural, there's not always a lot to do but drink...
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[ does it help if he sounds like a cute lush? ] Then you must know the best places to drink. [ make lemonade out of lemons and all that. kogami is, very occasionally, a glass half-full kind of guy.
very occasionally. ] What was Okinawa like, for you?
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I'd like to think I know a few! I've only been here about... hmm, four months, myself. It'll take me a while yet to explore everywhere!
[ though it's nice to have the company. ]
For me? [ he wonders if he's ever put it into words. ] It was home. My dad wasn't super well off, or anything, but it was comfortable. You grow up depending on the sea for a lot of of things.
[ a beat. ]
And tourism.
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[ kogami listens. four months is not a long time, but to be away from home for that long and still be positive, especially when he isn't a fugitive, is endearing. ]
Did you perform for them? The tourists.
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[ he doesn't sound as if there's any particular bad blood there in spite of his divorced family, as if it was just another life experience among many life experiences. but he perks up moments later as they round a quiet corner that puts them on a street lined with busy little bars and restaurants. ]
- ah, we're almost there. It's the one with the green awning, that way.
[ a pub-style place that doesn't look too crowded. ]
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And Tokyo became home, for you?
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It did! There are things I consider home about both places.
[ simple as that.
with that, he leads the way in. the interior of the place is all dark wood and warm brass, with a long bar top across one wall, and large tables sectioning out the rest of the floor. he nods to the bartender with a smile and a lift of his hand, turning to kogami. ]
Table or bar?
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[ not that he has anything against bartenders, but walls have ears and from experience, he knows that they tend to talk -- even if there probably isn't anything very classified they'd be discussing about. the bar is gorgeous, tasteful, and inexplicably so ryuu in a thousand little ways. ]
It's a beautiful place.
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[ with its multiple layers, out of the world entertainment, space travel, magic... it'd be enough to overwhelm anyone, if they didn't find some semblance of home to turn to, at the end of the day. with that in mind, ryuu picks a table closer to the front this time, a narrow thing nestled right up against one of the windows. ]
This should do it. Wait here a second, okay?
[ he approaches the bar to have a friendly exchange with the bartender, an older gentleman who expertly pours out two tall glasses of something from on the tap, frothy and amber. with a thanks, ryuu returns, sliding the beers down onto the table. ]
Here we go.
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[ kogami looks happier at the sight of a cold, cold beer -- he would rather forget the last time someone bought him one, after all, it's under markedly different circumstances. he's looks out the window, pleased to have such a strategic spot. ryuu looks like he knows the bartender well, that sunny friendliness endearing him to people from all walks of life, perhaps. ]
Do you usually come here alone?
[ he asks, genuinely curious. ryuu looks like he could go either way. ]
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I wouldn't say usually... I come by from time to time! This place happened to catch my eye when I was on my home one day. I like it quite a bit.
[ homey, but beautiful. ]
Tell me what you think! [ a nod to the glass opposite his. ] There's a brewery at the groves here, I found out.