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Kaidan snorted, laying out over the bar, drink sloshing in his hand. He took another swig before setting it down.
“You gotta… You have’to push your faces together just right. Like, sideways for some reason. I don’t know who thought of it first, ‘s a fuckin weird thing to think of isn’t it?”
He watched the other run a hand over his face, then watched as his glasses were pushed off of his face and bounced across the floor. There was a moment of silence before he started cackling, hand coming to rest on Yuuri’s forearm.
“Y’know… There isn’t, we… We gotta ge’that fixed. We are on our own, I guess… Sucks…
“Like... who looked at a face and went sideways with their face? What purpose does it even serve?” His brows were drawn in almost alarmingly, trying to work through it on a foggy brain. “Objectively, kissing has no purpose- What’s your name? I never asked your name, oh my god I’m so rude!”
The clattering of his glasses was the only thing that stopped his chatter. Fuck he hoped they didn’t scratch. Whatever. They’d die if he didn’t grab them. His breath hitched at the arm on his forearm and he proceeded to nearly fall off the stool, stumbling to bend over and scoop up the glasses. “I can’t believe there aren’t classes...” He mumbled, scooting back onto the stool and inspecting his glasses. Between the alcohol and lack of glasses, it meant nothing. Yuuri pushed the frames back on his nose.