booty call [closed @toki]
︻┳テ=一 “No, I didn’t.” Toki reiterates in a mutter, not that loud but not exactly so quiet as to pass Hirokina’s range of hearing, which was probably done on purpose. If you’re going to mock someone, doing it privately is kind of pointless. This point is especially enforced if said victim has sarcastically regarded you beforehand, which he did, so it’s completely fine for the terrorist to shoot him a glare too.
But after that, there’s no reason to hang around because he doesn’t care if it ruins his appetite and he doesn’t particularly care about Hirokina’s sardonic body language towards him. He tugs the box up into his arms and thanks him pleasantly — “Thanks for the food, then!” — before he disappears back into the cave he came from. In theory, he could have checked whatever his room mate had stored away into the fridge and the cupboards, but in practice, he, again, didn’t care. Apathy just worked that way. When life gave you a box of chocolates, you ate it.
And that’s exactly what he does, plopping his butt back down on the couch. Gravity produces a bounce that throws Hachi from his sleep, and the cat doesn’t really respond kindly to being offered an apologetic chocolate, so Toki just eats them alone.
And so we nyoom into timeskip land.
"Uh-huh, it's fine--"
Oh. And he was already gone. Well, whatever. Hirokina had things to do anyway, and once he got those done, he would go and check on him-- that'd be okay, right? It wasn't like it was one of his jobs to watch his roommate anyway (although.. at this point, it was less of a roommate-ship and more of a... er, he wasn't sure what to call it, but it was way more than that-- he hoped and even knew so for some half of it), and nothing bad could happen, so...
Even though he was so sure of that at the time, everyone had times when they were wrong and, well-- upon discovering that everything was not fine once he did go into the living room, it didn't take long for him to realize that they were both pretty stupid for not reading the label on the chocolates. It was too late to do anything, of course, so the only thing to do was to join in-- he didn't want to have to end up babysitting a drunk guy, anyway. It was much better to be another drunk guy.
Cue the timeskip.
Two drunk terrorists wasn't really the best idea in the world, but since they were the only two people around and it wasn't as if they saw it as a bad idea due to this fact anyway (because terrorists did bad things regardless of whether they were drunk or not, right?), it couldn't be helped. Fortunately for the well-being of the apartment, nothing all too bad had happened yet. In fact, the situation was relatively tame-- the cat had fled for another room, and Hirokina was now draping himself over the back of the couch in order to place his chin on top of the shorter boy's head.
Considering everything and how much worse it could have been at this point, it might have seemed like they weren't even drunk at all to someone who had never met them before, but to someone who had, well-- it was obvious as soon as Hirokina opened his mouth.
"Tah-key, I'm boooored... Let's do something fun."
