Oh, don't blame this on me! You could have left me alone last night-- I didn't even want your gross wine in the first place!
[Ahh... if he lets himself go down that path, he'll start remembering it. And even if he doesn't remember it, he can start piecing together the journey and-- oh, his face is definitely still red. Let's not think about the reason Caesar didn't leave him alone last night, or why he invited him into his room, drank with him, listened to his troubles and then--]
["That mouth of yours is something else--"]
[NOPE NOT GOING THERE]
[Time to bail. He's opening the door and everything.]
[Ranpo doesn't say another word. He slams the door behind him before making his way to his own room, curling up under the blankets and contemplating existence for a few hours.]
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[Now he's offended! Fuck you, Ranpo. You better remember!!!]
Of course it doesn't count, but I won't let you sully my name by claiming that. You really are a fool.
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[Okay pants on, shirt in disarray, haori inside-out-- it's fine, this is presentable enough.]
And the only fool I see is one who can't hold his liquor against someone who's never even been drunk before!
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[Or two? Or three? He can't remember now-all he knows is that dried taste of wine on his skin remains no matter how many times he licks his dry lips.]
You had to keep talking. That mouth of yours is something else.
[About what-he can't recall now. All he knows is that the nightcap had a totally opposite effect than his original intention.]
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[Ahh... if he lets himself go down that path, he'll start remembering it. And even if he doesn't remember it, he can start piecing together the journey and-- oh, his face is definitely still red. Let's not think about the reason Caesar didn't leave him alone last night, or why he invited him into his room, drank with him, listened to his troubles and then--]
["That mouth of yours is something else--"]
[NOPE NOT GOING THERE]
[Time to bail. He's opening the door and everything.]
Just-- stay away from me!
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[He should have left. Should have ignored the plea through the phone and given into his own tired eyes that evening and now-
Now there's a problem. One that, thankfully, is leaving through the door in a panicked huff.]
Trust me, I won't be seeking your company out. Your request will be granted easily.
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