[ Mine watches the swirl of water drain down and away in the porcelain, all clear with one final gulp. Against what he‘d consider his better judgment, Nishikiyama’s proclaimed foresight settles him with gratitude. The only thing more unfortunate than throwing up in front of his patriarch here would’ve been puking outside.
He thinks another wave of nausea‘s about to hit him, but rather than that it’s Mine’s return to his senses, realizing he’s still got reason to feel flustered. He goes to the second sink, removed from where Nishikiyama’d sat himself, to wash his mouth out. A nod after he spits. ]
Thank you.
[ Mine blinks a watery blur out of his eyes. He looks at the box of mints, the cigarettes as well, at Nishikiyama’s knee right beside them. It’s the Mintia he decides on, slipping one in his mouth to cover up the bitter taste left behind. Mine doesn’t turn his head, keeping it down, but his gaze shifts over to Nishikiyama further. ]
Some fresh air, maybe.
[ He suggests, tone unsure of making it an invitation though. If Nishikiyama doesn’t accept he doesn’t want to have asked. ]
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He thinks another wave of nausea‘s about to hit him, but rather than that it’s Mine’s return to his senses, realizing he’s still got reason to feel flustered. He goes to the second sink, removed from where Nishikiyama’d sat himself, to wash his mouth out. A nod after he spits. ]
Thank you.
[ Mine blinks a watery blur out of his eyes. He looks at the box of mints, the cigarettes as well, at Nishikiyama’s knee right beside them. It’s the Mintia he decides on, slipping one in his mouth to cover up the bitter taste left behind. Mine doesn’t turn his head, keeping it down, but his gaze shifts over to Nishikiyama further. ]
Some fresh air, maybe.
[ He suggests, tone unsure of making it an invitation though. If Nishikiyama doesn’t accept he doesn’t want to have asked. ]