booty call [closed @toki]
"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.”
︻┳テ=一 He still wants chocolates. For some reason, despite devouring a whole box without commenting on the strange taste, it still occurs to him that he's not really hungry anymore, but that he still wants to eat. Cravings aside, this is an issue he cannot solve on his own, for all he can do is imagine the little brown casings sitting within the wrappers, laid in the compartment in front of him. Imagination doesn't satisfy the imaginary hunger, as much as one would assume it could, so instead he does the next best thing.
"Stoooop that."
Nagging Hirokina. Toki is by far not a naggy person... or well, not intentionally, and maybe his sarcasm flies that bit too far out the window (lol), but he doesn't bug him without being playful. Aggravating him isn't the intended outcome either, he just wants some fucking chocolates, and for some reason, the military drop out has discovered some amusement in mispronouncing his name and laying further foundation on the humor of his height.
Maybe not advisedly, but that's how he seen it. Sitting his chin on his head is pretty darn implicative. Worming himself off the couch, the terrorist takes a u-turn around the couch and loses his jacket in the process. Stopping, he stumbles back in a hurry and scoops it up, before trudging towards his compatriot. "I'm--!" And he stops. "Going out." Another long pause, like he's doing it for dramatic effect. "I'm still hungry. I don't wanna have fun." Done.
Which is to say, that's the last thing Toki proclaims before he whisks himself around and starts for the door, void of all knowledge that he's leaving without means of buying anything. Sure, he'll figure that out when he gets there... but he's a terrorist, why should he--! That's what terrorists do, they break the law all the time, never mind get themselves a box of chocolates.
