With the two Tokages in tow, they somehow made it to Kosukes apartment - rather silently at that. Not that Gin minded it in particular, it simply struck him as odd the moment he started thinking about it. Why weren't they talking now? He blamed the nervousness that had settled in and the realisation that, all in all, he was a rather tired guy after all the work today, happy to have some silence and anticipate what would come next. For a bit, he figured that it might be a rather mean-spirited way of thinking, but as it seemed, even his senpai seemed to be occupied with something - Gin simply followed him, still holding onto him with his free hand, until they wound up in a rather interesting part of town. He knew that supermarket better than he would have liked to admit, but he shut up, almost as if he'd rather not rat himself out like that anytime soon - and then, when they ascended the stairs, he was even more confused. It didn't take long for Kosuke to unlock the door - they were inside in no time, but the nervousness was apparent, so much so that Gin felt bad for having basically forced his way into this apartment.
The first thing that hit him, though, was the smell of fresh laundry that, despite everything, encompassed the entire existence of his beloved yakuza quite well, he figured. In the end, he even apologized, but all that he could do was laugh about the idiocy of those words, almost as if they were rather misplaced. "Kosuke, no need. I won't judge you, and besides, whoever said I cared?", he spoke with a click of his tongue and watched the black figure dance around, picking up laundry here and there, or grabbing other things, until he spotted something that had ... what even was that? Gin didn't get a good glimpse at it, but he decided not to press the issue and instead sat down next to Kosukes bed, or rather, on his giant Tokage, to at least cushion his poor ass a bit. Did he need it? No. Was it comfy? Yes. "I ... don't want to intrude in your bed. I hope it's alright if I sit next to you. Do you need help with anything?", he asked, rather inquisitive. Maybe cleaning - but it could be worse and Gin wouldn't be the asshole to bring it back up, especially when he could tell that a certain kind of nervousness plagued this poor guy from the moment they had entered his apartment and he didn't want to become even more of a reason to keep it tidy. "Oh, I'll take a beer!", he giggled. "You don't have to go downstairs for me, don't worry. Just tell me if you need anything, though, okay?"
The first thing that hit him, though, was the smell of fresh laundry that, despite everything, encompassed the entire existence of his beloved yakuza quite well, he figured. In the end, he even apologized, but all that he could do was laugh about the idiocy of those words, almost as if they were rather misplaced. "Kosuke, no need. I won't judge you, and besides, whoever said I cared?", he spoke with a click of his tongue and watched the black figure dance around, picking up laundry here and there, or grabbing other things, until he spotted something that had ... what even was that? Gin didn't get a good glimpse at it, but he decided not to press the issue and instead sat down next to Kosukes bed, or rather, on his giant Tokage, to at least cushion his poor ass a bit. Did he need it? No. Was it comfy? Yes. "I ... don't want to intrude in your bed. I hope it's alright if I sit next to you. Do you need help with anything?", he asked, rather inquisitive. Maybe cleaning - but it could be worse and Gin wouldn't be the asshole to bring it back up, especially when he could tell that a certain kind of nervousness plagued this poor guy from the moment they had entered his apartment and he didn't want to become even more of a reason to keep it tidy. "Oh, I'll take a beer!", he giggled. "You don't have to go downstairs for me, don't worry. Just tell me if you need anything, though, okay?"
Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.