#xhazuki

[greatguyneil-blog]

TO HELL WITH IT | CLOSED

@tachibanahazuki

There was no drinking partner in town quite like Hacchan. Well, perhaps Robert and Mary, but they remained clients first. Neil wouldn’t be any good to those two if he couldn’t pour. Nights like these were few and far between, as was best, but also terribly relaxing. Neil was still quite young and lacked the natural fatherhood chemicals. Though he counted as a dad these days, cutting loose was still important--but most expected more with that. Things Neil couldn’t give.

So. Drinks. No strings attached. That was his idea of an after hours party. Drinking, locking up, they found themselves at The Coffee Spoon cracking jokes (at least they were funny to them) and telling stories. Whichever they felt comfortable to share. “My contacts are drying out like a mutha fucka. ... Will you judge me for putting on my glasses? Don’t.”

[li-ber-tas]

drunk;

The one in their group that had the most thrill seeking desires was definitely Nagisa. The petit blond may look innocent with his abundant smiles and cheerful nature, but there was a little devil inside of him, ready to come out and play at the first chance possible. 

So really, when Haruka spotted his friend clinging to a light post on the street and giggling at two in the morning, he wasn't surprised. Now first, don't you go and question why Haruka was also out at that hour. He just had a sudden craving for some mangoes in his mackerel miso soup, that was all. Perfectly normal. Besides, it was a Friday night, there wasn't that bothersome school time to think about the next day.

"Nagisa."

Haru gave Nagisa the look that Makoto usually wore when the dolphin jumped inside fountains. "What are you doing?" Another step closer answered Haruka's question. That stench of alcohol was overwhelming. Just how much did this one have? The raven stretched out an arm and hooked it around his friend's middle. It was difficult to drag the smaller from the light post he was so fascinated by, but in the end, Haru managed it. Questions could wait, he must get this one safely inside first.

[s-hiinyu]

xhazuki:

Nagisa froze up entirely when Makoto spoke. Had he heard Makoto correctly? Surely not. Nagisa turned to look up at Makoto with wide eyes, well aware that his face must be bright red.

             —- “W-Wha…. What was that you said?”

    Wait - Nagisa didn't hear him! Damnit! It had taken Makoto the entirety of their walk to work up the courage to say it and for what! He swallowed, the blonde's blush and stuttering manner told the brunet that he'd obviously heard him, he possibly just wanted confirmation. It wasn't so easy to give and Makoto didn't repeat himself for a while. A deep breath.

      "I said -- I said that I," why was this so damn hard all of a sudden?! "I said I love you, Nagisa..."

[mackerelx]

✺ this is obviously a marvelous first impression

Send a ✺ for my muse’s reaction to yours hitting mine out of anger.

His dull look settled over Nagisa when he felt the other’s hit to his shoulder, an expression that gave way to how unappreciative he was of that specific gesture very evident. Haru hadn’t even said anything rude —

                   ( rude to him, at least, but apparently not agreeing to icecream was a crime when it came to Nagisa )

          When someone asks what he’d prefer to eat and he replies with the obvious answer of mackerel ( when does he ever not want that to be honest ) though, it should just be all around accepted and either ignored or decided on since nobody seemed to be capable of making out right decisions right from the start - that everyone could agree on, at least. Physical violence was not necessary.

                 And in his defense; mackerel was always an option in his world.

                                 ❝ Ow. ❞

[kindest-conviction]

He's not a scary-cat. There are really horrible things out there.

[likeastarabove]

xhazuki

     "This is not where I am suppose to be!"

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Send ◙ for a FOOD headcanon.

strawberries are where it’s at. even when they’re not in season and the ones in the shop taste like crap, Nate will have a box of strawberries sitting in a fridge somewhere. when he runs out, he has to go out and buy some more as soon as possible.