[ The lead-up from before is the only hint that Kanda grants Mine. With little other warning, he stands abruptly from his seat, or he would if it didn't mean he'd have to wriggle out of a narrow space he'd hardly wedged into in the first place. Eventually, though, he's on his feet, and his socks deafen the thuds of his feet when he moves over to Nishikiyama's end of the table to squawk at Shindo.
He's too drunk to make sense, and similarly, Nishikiyama is too drunk to be offended. As Kanda swings an arm over Shindo's shoulders to wrangle him, the patriarch ducks and dips out of the way of Kanda's elbow and pulls his knees up to leave where he's sitting. ]
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He's too drunk to make sense, and similarly, Nishikiyama is too drunk to be offended. As Kanda swings an arm over Shindo's shoulders to wrangle him, the patriarch ducks and dips out of the way of Kanda's elbow and pulls his knees up to leave where he's sitting. ]