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[monkeyblue]

[Sighing a little, though not from exasperation, Fushimi goes over to his mini-fridge to pull out one of the nasty beers Misaki drinks and tosses it to him.]

Here.

[thevanguard]

[ He catches it - more on instinct than anything else - and just stares at it for a moment before setting it aside on the nightstand. ]

Thanks, but I don't... [ He pauses, staring at the floor for a moment as he tries to find the right words. ] I promised her it would be different this time. That I wouldn't... I don't want her to worry.

[monkeyblue]

One beer won't make her worry, Misaki. Unless you haven't eaten.

[thevanguard]

Back at dinner.

[ He shakes his head, but still doesn't take it back. Instead, he flops over onto his back on Saru's bed, his legs still hanging over the edge. ]

[monkeyblue]

...so six hours ago?

[thevanguard]

Yeah, probably. It's fine. I'm not really hungry right now anyway.

[monkeyblue]

I have pizza.

[thevanguard]

[ He peeks one eye open suspiciously. ]

Why are you trying to feed me and get me drunk all of a sudden?

[monkeyblue]

Because what the fuck else am I supposed to do?

[thevanguard]

[ Yata blinks before shooting Saru an amused look. Instead, he just reaches out a hand. ]

Come here.

[monkeyblue]

[Confused, Fushimi does, taking Misaki's hand.]

[thevanguard]

[ Yata abruptly drags him down on the bed beside him, not bothering to warn him. ]

[monkeyblue]

Misaki, wha--

[He goes with a soft noise, nearly sitting on Misaki in his surprise.]

[thevanguard]

[ Yata just rolls him onto his back and then half-sprawls along his side, using his shoulder as a pillow. ]

Shut up. Just. Stay here? For a little while?

[monkeyblue]

...tch.

[Fushimi sits up to grab his phone but he lies back down with Misaki as soon as he has it.]

[thevanguard]

[ Yata doesn't say anything, just lets him get settled and then lays there, using him as a pillow for a while. ]