"Hell of a job, wasn't it?"
Tired, he greets Azama from behind with his chin leaned on his right shoulder, hand lightly squeezing his left, and there he rests for a moment.
"I dunno about how yours went, but I could do with a long vacation after this."
With a low, dry chuckle, he removes himself.
"Or a strong drink, at least. You game?"
Dazed, Azama starts at the contact, but is quick to relax into it after a beat.
"That's... putting it lightly," he answers. His answer lacks its usual cheer, tone instead musing, almost mystified. Uncharacteristically distracted.
A vacation kind of sounds nice, especially with pleasant company - not that Python was offering, of course.
But Azama can't leave Mitama behind. Not again.
Python removes himself, and his absence is mourned at once. Instinctively, Azama had reached to grab hold of the hand on his shoulder, maybe convince it to stay just a moment longer -
but he'd moved just a moment too late. Hand comes back empty at his side. He gulps. Glances back, hesitant. Confused, even.
This isn't Lisia. It's Python. He likes Python. They play a funny little game sometimes. Ha ha ha.
He isn't sure a strong drink is really what he needs. He is a holy man, after all, or at least pretends at it well enough. Probably there are better ways to drown his woes. But if Python's suggesting it, maybe it's what he needs, and, well...
(It's a good enough excuse right?)
Brows knit together in serious consideration.
"... Yeah. I'm game."
surely this is the best course of action
