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ㅤ ❛ Riiight... I suppose I owe you an apology then. ❜
they give a little shrug.
❛ ..and an introduction. since you like to share your stuff with strangers. I'm Shiormi Gin. ❜
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ㅤ ❛ Oops. Touched a nerve. ❜
they raise their hands in defense, a sheepish grin.
❛ Is that it .ᐣ a little sad. you can't afford anything a little better than that .ᐣ ❜
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ㅤ they stare at the bottle, eyes squinting.
" men ", they think.
a hand reaches to grab it and finally take a sip from it, barely touching the glass with their lips.
❛ ...You drink that shit .ᐣ ❜
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ㅤ ❛ ...really now. ❜
narrowing their eyes. fine, they'll play by his rules for now. Gin sits back down, crossing their legs. It's probably stupid, they think, to listen to someone they just met.
❛ Maybe you plan to do that at some point. ❜
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ㅤ ❛ You'd do that with a stranger .ᐣ Rather suspicious, don't you think .ᐣ As much as I'd like that... ❜
taking a step back, casually. their guard is up but they're trying to conceal it.
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“Tch, whatever. I was even going to be nice enough to share my booze with you. You missed that chance.”
This time, it was Toji who began getting up, ready to leave this spot.
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❛ Maybe for you. I do mind. I'd rather be alone while I take a nap.
... no offense, or something, Fushiguro-San. ❜
sharp eyes glance over at him, hands sneaking inside of the pants' pockets.
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ㅤ ❛ ...Fushiguro .ᐣ ❜
...is that... .ᐣ no, maybe it's just a coincidence.
❛ Alright, you win. but thats just because I'm too damn tired to argue. ❜
the vessel stands back up and adjusts the black pants, a yawn leaving their pierced mouth.
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