expiationlogs | (catch-all/open) seas would rise when i gave the word;

(alcohol used to be much more fun back home. idiot boys being boys, running around, laughter, but that's not his mood right now. he feels distant, with all in his mind bumping. at least he won't spend a lot of money in here, with how easy it is for alcohol to hit him like a hurricane. a shot, and he's already the color of cherry - and as a pick me up, all the money that didn't go to alcohol goes to everything that is sugary in lupin. it's a feast of glucose on his booth, and he is almost too focused on annihilating all of it.)

[ It was at least just as cold in his world before Ryuki wound up here, but the cozy interior of the bar feels like a literal breath of fresh, warm air amidst the blackout.

As he's making his way towards an empty table, he spots the younger man, and what stands out at first is the diverse collection of sugary treats — or whatever trace of them left in the plates.

He gives a sidelong peek at the young man's flushed face. Doesn't he look a little too young to be in a bar, drinking? (And it's not just that the boy has a youthful looking face. Though the consideration that the blond might be a shortie by nature crosses his mind... A-anyway, he'll extinguish that last thought, for his own safety.) ]

Um, are you okay...?

(all of the thoughts that go through ryuki's mind are wholly correct. manjiro is tiny, looks much youthful than he should, although he is definitely too young to be drinking. his skin glows in red as he takes another sip of whiskey, despising the taste, but it sure turns the next spoonful of cake that he shoves into his mouth much sweeter.

what he doesn't get is the question. hello, he has a shitload of sugar, who wouldn't be over the moon with it?)

Duh. 'Course I'm okay. These are my desserts though, don't even think.

(no one is thinking shit????)

[ What is there about a minor drinking that doesn't scream something is really wrong here, though. In lots of ways. ]

Don't worry. I wouldn't dream of it.

[ But he's narrowing his gaze at the bottle of whiskey...?! ]

Then what's your damage?

(why... are you... staring at him and his SWEETS (not the alcohol).)

I could ask you the same thing.

[ But in another sense. The tough guy act is not convincing in the least! Ryuki knows (from experience) that one does not simply drink their woes away for nothing! (But little does he know Mikey's tough guy act is more than just an act...) ]

Drowning yourself in alcohol and sugar like that... it's not good for your health. Even if you're still too young to feel the long-term effects.

[ Oh, wait... ]

I'm 20, fuckwit.

(is he? no, not really! he just wants to give the other a little heart attack. it's called 'nunya'.)

[ A habit helpful to ingrain in your head in any kind of customer service job is to keep your eyes on the big spenders. Keep them happy, they'll keep buying, then you'll be happy. And while a mountain of cakes and cookies isn't exactly the top shelf alcohol they have on the menu, it's still something worth noting.

A politely smiling face will peek into Mikey's booth, gently making sure to be noticed before speaking, ]

Good afternoon, sir. Is everything treating you alright?

(manjiro eats, and like clockwork, he gets sleepy. it never mattered to him where he might be when slumber holds him, he can fall asleep on this table, on the wall, standing if he is supported by something or someone, on someone's back - you name it. with alcohol, the sleepiness is even worse. he's tipsy, but man, he is SLEEPY.

so, when the man approaches, well. manjiro's head rests against his waist, and he-- oh, he is definitely asleep. good luck, sigma.)

[ a.

In all his time doing customer service he can honestly say this is never a problem he's had. He'll try...giving a gentle shake real quick. ]

Sir? Sir are you okay...?

(no response.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.)

[ Ah hell, this kid's out like a light. If he needs the sleep that bad Sigma kind of feels bad waking him up more forcefully, but he can't just leave them sleeping out in the open like this, right?

Well. Here's hoping they're not too heavy to scoop up into a fireman's carry. ]

(he's pure muscle, yes, but he's 56kg, sigma will live carrying him - because he won't wake up. instead, he'll wrap arms around the other, because damn, comfy...)

[ This might make the end goal of the plan difficult. Hm. See if he doesn't wake up from all the moving around Sigma will be doing to get there first.

Quietly explaining the situation and asking a few small favors from some employees, blankets and a few pillows will be arranged into a nice enough sleeping spot behind the bar. (Something he'd made sure to keep around once Dazai had decided this place was his home now, and...just never thought to remove them, Sigma supposes.)

Now, after all that let's see if sleeping beauty will let himself be lowered into the makeshift nest. ]

(it takes him an hour to awake, poofy-haired, drowsiness lowering his eyelids, and a yawn to announce it. he feels comfortable, with the blanket, and the pillows... and is this the bar? since when is there a nap room in a bar?)

... Hello?

[ The nap room is in fact directly behind the bar, so Sigma busying his hands with cleaning glasses gets to hear the princess wake up. ]

Ah, good morning. Did you sleep well?

If it's really mornin', then I ain't moving.

(who knows what time it fucking is!!! this place is a basement!!! so he's back to his lil' nap place, although awake.)

It's one in the morning. Whether or not that counts is up to you, I suppose.

[ Setting a glass down once it's up to his personal standards, he'll take a slightly more casual lean against the bar to look down at Mikey properly. ]

This also isn't a hotel, mind. We're closed, so I should be kicking you out.

Shhh. You can't. Do you even know--zzz who I am... I can snap---zzz you like a twig.

(oh no, he's... drunk-nearly-sleep-taking... sigma, help, water, food, something...)

... So don't kick me out, okay? This is nice, I don't want to twig-snazzzzzzzzzzzzzzZzzz...

[ SIGH ] I'm shaking in my heels, sir.

[ Water does sound like a good idea before he calls any help down onto this kid. Luckily he has a freshly clean glass to fill and clink on the floor right next to the baby chick's nest. ]

Something on the house before you decide to snap me in half.

You should--

(but the noise of the water is so loud that it startles him from his nearly asleep status, making him sit down very, very slowly to take the water... tiny sips, tiny sips.)

Nah, I ain't an ass. It's closing time, right? If you're gonna have the trouble, I'm paying for it... With Yuchin's tab. Put it in Yuchin's-- (YAWN) tab...

[ Nope, still not taking anything he says seriously. Just patiently waiting on those tiny sips. ]

No one named "Yuchin" has a tab open here.

Yu-- you know Yu, he works here, doesn't he... Tall, gray hair-- no?

(dude???? is he imagining things???)

Then make me one... Put it there.

Yu--Narukami??

[ Huh, he always seemed the responsible sort from what few direct interactions Sigma's had with him. Does he know if his friends are 1) okay, and 2) trying to use his paycheck? ]

Yeah. Take it out of his salary, it's fine.

(yeah listen. yeah. mikey is unreasonable on a good day. yu's probably used to it at this point... demanding AND entitled...)

(catch-all/open) seas would rise when i gave the word;

one minute i held the key, next the walls closed on me

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