▐ █ ⚜ ; ≪ @gallantist . ≫
❛ hey —- kusanagi-san ? ❜ curiosity touching his tone lightly, amber eyes falling upon the male behind the bar. eyes fixated upon the champagne glass, as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. being honest about how he felt was ALWAYS a trait yata had, didn’t make it any less awkward about asking things and digging into his personal emotions. ❛ do you think, that everything that’s happened with the slates destruction and all, that HOMRA will still be – yaknow ? – together ? ❜ remembering the events over the last year and a bit, the FALL OF HOMRA, will it be the same thing over again ?
The bartender looked up, his eyes on the vanguard of HOMRA instead of the champagne flute that he delicately held. It wasn’t often to see Yata like this; usually he had a fiery passion that never let up, but his fire seemed to only shimmer today. He stayed silent before answering.
❝ We’re still together now aren’t we? ❞ he offered up, his hands working their way over the glass with a white cloth. He could understand where he was going with this. HOMRA did fall apart after Mikoto’s passing. ❝ I’m not going anywhere. Neither is Anna. And I don’t think you’re going anywhere either. ❞
