[Something Takasugi hadn't done. Not one of the drinks had been palatable enough to pursue conversation over. He'd remember the hue of a darker rum, the strongest of the assortment; he can still taste it in the back of his throat.
Watching the smaller man drink doesn't defy any expectations - Takasugi hadn't formed any. If anything, the measured consumption suits him, refined in a way that suits tradition without making him look out of place.
He reaches for the rum, drinking it in a way that mirror's the other's, but perhaps more eager.] So. How is it?
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[Something Takasugi hadn't done. Not one of the drinks had been palatable enough to pursue conversation over. He'd remember the hue of a darker rum, the strongest of the assortment; he can still taste it in the back of his throat.
Watching the smaller man drink doesn't defy any expectations - Takasugi hadn't formed any. If anything, the measured consumption suits him, refined in a way that suits tradition without making him look out of place.
He reaches for the rum, drinking it in a way that mirror's the other's, but perhaps more eager.] So. How is it?