[Gojyo chokes on the word dog, and Hakkai winces, gaze flicking to his face. He hadn't known Gojyo knew Ken well enough to make that dismissive joke -- yes, it's not hard to make, but still.
Gojyo's already disappearing into the crowd. Hakkai exhales, wipes the last blood from his hands on the seams of his slacks, and pulls his phone out again.
He looks after the other man for several long seconds, silent, before he can pull his attention back to the address on his list. Following Gojyo won't do any good. Maybe he'll stop back by the bar to speak to Ayumu, or contact her, at least. Maybe.
He hates being helpless.
At least, useless as they are for this problem, there are plenty of things that he does still need to do.]
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Gojyo's already disappearing into the crowd. Hakkai exhales, wipes the last blood from his hands on the seams of his slacks, and pulls his phone out again.
He looks after the other man for several long seconds, silent, before he can pull his attention back to the address on his list. Following Gojyo won't do any good. Maybe he'll stop back by the bar to speak to Ayumu, or contact her, at least. Maybe.
He hates being helpless.
At least, useless as they are for this problem, there are plenty of things that he does still need to do.]