[Watching his bluntness be received in (lack of) grace equal to what it had been delivered with, Takasugi's lips curl. Whatever he'd been aiming for in making the man flinch goes forgotten - or maybe there hadn't been a deeper purpose.
Just petulance.
The same sort that guides his hand to drag the bottle across the table towards himself. Abandon it and gather the two glasses, an empty clink as they slide together.]
y...es..???
Just petulance.
The same sort that guides his hand to drag the bottle across the table towards himself. Abandon it and gather the two glasses, an empty clink as they slide together.]
I'll take half. [Aggression in generosity.]