mercedis: (ꜰᴏʀᴛʏꜱɪx)
𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚎 ([personal profile] mercedis) wrote in [community profile] expiationlogs 2023-05-17 02:09 am (UTC)

[ The sound of the chair skidding against the floor, for some reason, makes him fidget in his own seat--as though Reno's really going to take his used cup and just leave, as though their strangely calm interaction is going to end again in something unpleasant. It's a weird feeling, to want to be tethered to someone else here, and maybe it's just because he's drunk; maybe it's because he's tired of the way everything's felt, and for once, he feels more like himself, like Reno's already seen every tangled twist of his quilted personality and he doesn't have to fabricate any of it.

Awkward, he drums a hand on the table, eyes watching Reno disappear into the middle of the bar and then, annoyed with himself, he looks back at the table. When Reno plunks down two full glasses, he jerks his chin up at him, almost surprised: so he did come back. ]


A game... [ There's a scoffing sound, but who the hell is he to say it's stupid? He would have just sat and gotten even more drunk in silence. ] Fine. Something that isn't depressing?

[ This takes a long time to compute. He gulps a mouthful of beer like he's used to it, setting the glass back down again firmly. ]

...There are washing machines. [ Look, there's nothing more depressing than hand-washing your underwear, right? ] I've used one.

[ Wow, someone get this fake First Class a medal. ]

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