[ damn! that one sears! sha-ming's glass thumps against the bar counter, a brow raising as his gaze intermingles with ryuki's. ]

Come onnnnnn, man! [ you didn't have to do him like that! ] If you keep talkin' like that, you better be prepared to be my rebound. We gotta stick together or else we're cooked.

[ but that was, undeniably, not the point of this conversation. sha-ming breathes out through his nose, fingers pinching at the crease between his brows. he looks to ryuki again, features more severe, the lines of his face hardening in ways that they usually wouldn't. ]

I mean it, though. I'm a lot of things -- but... I ain't crazy. [ then comes a long, forlorn sip of his drink. ] You hate it here, don'tcha? ...No reason to be drinking this much if you didn't.

[ misery loves company. he knows that in the end, that's why he's here. ]