( the first part doesn't surprise Steak at all. in fact, he rolls his eyes upon hearing that the scoundrel he calls his brother in arms (Nippon events do not count, he in adamant that things are perfectly normal between them, thank you) dragged some unsuspecting soul out drinking.
(like Steak didn't also drag Dohalim to the bar for more booze, but that's neither here nor there.)
but then Dohalim continues, driven on by a flash of blue Steak recognises from his own misadventures with the damn thing. though Steak's own confession was far less sordid than the one dropped into his lap just now.
and the worst thing? the worst thing is the sting Steak feels upon hearing it. anger, but... not quite. something which twinges painfully in his chest and seems irrational. why should it bother him who Red Wine chooses to bed? they're little more than long-time friends, and most would find it hard to believe that given the way they interact with each other. it's not like he's eschewed all but Red Wine since arriving in Nippon, either. this place has a way of charming anyone into doing things they normally wouldn't.
his grip tightens around his glass until his knuckles are white, and he knocks back the rest of his drink. )
Is that supposed to impress me?
( yes, he knows what the flash of blue means. compulsions to confess things which are outside of the victim's control. but the immediate, irritated response spills out anyway as the back of his mind conjures up vivid images of just what Red Wine was doing with this — admittedly very attractive — man.
no subject
(like Steak didn't also drag Dohalim to the bar for more booze, but that's neither here nor there.)
but then Dohalim continues, driven on by a flash of blue Steak recognises from his own misadventures with the damn thing. though Steak's own confession was far less sordid than the one dropped into his lap just now.
and the worst thing? the worst thing is the sting Steak feels upon hearing it. anger, but... not quite. something which twinges painfully in his chest and seems irrational. why should it bother him who Red Wine chooses to bed? they're little more than long-time friends, and most would find it hard to believe that given the way they interact with each other. it's not like he's eschewed all but Red Wine since arriving in Nippon, either. this place has a way of charming anyone into doing things they normally wouldn't.
his grip tightens around his glass until his knuckles are white, and he knocks back the rest of his drink. )
Is that supposed to impress me?
( yes, he knows what the flash of blue means. compulsions to confess things which are outside of the victim's control. but the immediate, irritated response spills out anyway as the back of his mind conjures up vivid images of just what Red Wine was doing with this — admittedly very attractive — man.
ugh.
that's gross. )