[Soft eyes, pale hair, and a smile that tolerates - on the cusp of something else, but with no chance of what lies behind filtering through.
Takasugi has seen someone wear it better, and that man had been a monster.]
Your face. [Dismissive, he turns back to his liquor. Finishes his drink in kind - though as the last drop passes over his lips he's reaching for and curling his fingers around the bottle.]
Want more? [Tips the bottle, dregs sloshing as his hand sways with the slightest lack of stability.]
takasugi is mature
Takasugi has seen someone wear it better, and that man had been a monster.]
Your face. [Dismissive, he turns back to his liquor. Finishes his drink in kind - though as the last drop passes over his lips he's reaching for and curling his fingers around the bottle.]
Want more? [Tips the bottle, dregs sloshing as his hand sways with the slightest lack of stability.]