What now? Gin climbed through the Yasenyumei and finally saw Rokuro and the two other lovebirds come into view again. Anzu drew his immediate ire upon herself with a short glance at him; the redhead scowled at her, like a cat reprimanding its kitten, and he took note of her silly behavior. Next time, the guest would be his client, even if Rokuro might insist on something else - frankly, Rokuro might not even take him if these things kept happening and Gin did not want to lose that position. No shopping spree for him this week, he was fairly certain of it, and to top it all off, he still had to shamefully return that credit card he had borrowed without questioning when he'd return. He bowed first, smiled second. "I'm sorry for the disturbance.", he apologized to the three of them. Almost as if he had made up his mind, he let himself sink next to Rokuro and gazed toward the couple opposing them, to Suzuki-san and his dear Anzu; that geezer apparently hadn't even taken note of his missing ... something, it seemed, and Gin couldn't help but wonder what it was that he was looking for. It took him a hot minute to snap back into reality, as he sat there calmly and stared down at his shoes. Definitely ruined.
What was he to do? This probably was important to Rokuro and he didn't want to risk missing out on a deal, but regardless, Gin couldn't help Anzu in any way, not like this, and not with Suzuki waffling on about his estates. "Kuwahara-san, how about some shochu? It's on me - we should take something rich in flavor, yes, the best one they have will do, don't you agree?", Suzuki-san proposed. Great. Gin could get the old man drunk if he had the chance to, but currently, he was doing nothing more than to look around and purr like a proper kitten would for any guy. This was embarrassing, he had to admit, but worse than that was the fact that he, of all people, couldn't even spout the truth and brush past these two men. Rokuro would protect him, but only to a certain degree, and this wasn't it. Any and all transgression was going to be punished accordingly, even if it was just a minor one, by whomever felt like they were in the right to do so - and regardless of that, Gin had to admit that he was wracking his brain about all of that, with a somewhat worried expression on his face, only for Suzuki-san to spout another line. "Should we drink it here? Or perhaps a change of scenery would do us good; by then, your darling pets shirt might be dry." It would be a shame to ruin Rokuros clothes too, Suzuki was definitely right about that and Gin, almost as if caught in the act, sat up straight again and mustered a wry smile.
What was he to do? This probably was important to Rokuro and he didn't want to risk missing out on a deal, but regardless, Gin couldn't help Anzu in any way, not like this, and not with Suzuki waffling on about his estates. "Kuwahara-san, how about some shochu? It's on me - we should take something rich in flavor, yes, the best one they have will do, don't you agree?", Suzuki-san proposed. Great. Gin could get the old man drunk if he had the chance to, but currently, he was doing nothing more than to look around and purr like a proper kitten would for any guy. This was embarrassing, he had to admit, but worse than that was the fact that he, of all people, couldn't even spout the truth and brush past these two men. Rokuro would protect him, but only to a certain degree, and this wasn't it. Any and all transgression was going to be punished accordingly, even if it was just a minor one, by whomever felt like they were in the right to do so - and regardless of that, Gin had to admit that he was wracking his brain about all of that, with a somewhat worried expression on his face, only for Suzuki-san to spout another line. "Should we drink it here? Or perhaps a change of scenery would do us good; by then, your darling pets shirt might be dry." It would be a shame to ruin Rokuros clothes too, Suzuki was definitely right about that and Gin, almost as if caught in the act, sat up straight again and mustered a wry smile.
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.