Even as Hakkai is turning, there's a quiet presence at the doorway... but Chikusa doesn't say anything yet.
All he does is stand there, mostly leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed and his eyes dark as he watches Hakkai bustle around. Ever since yesterday, it's been hard to ignore the heady smell of alcohol (and maybe something else) lingering in the air. Chikusa might not have Ken's nose (and how worse must it be for him?), but even he can smell that easily enough. It hasn't escaped his notice either that Asshole has been bereft of his usual haunting grounds.
And, even more noticeably... Well.
Neither of them were completely quiet during their "morning" talk, or the sound of Hakkai moving around with another set of footsteps following after him for a short moment.
Yet here Hakkai is, going about preparing their dinner as normal, as if there won't be a fourth seat at the table tonight. Chikusa isn't sure how he feels about it- any of it, from the cabbage being chopped up to their unexpected guest. Finally, however, the words come to him.
"So. Was alcohol all you needed for him to 'calm down'?"
And that's what makes him so aggravated, he thinks. It's the same reason why he warily glances to the purple scarf still waiting in their living room.
disapproving son time
All he does is stand there, mostly leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed and his eyes dark as he watches Hakkai bustle around. Ever since yesterday, it's been hard to ignore the heady smell of alcohol (and maybe something else) lingering in the air. Chikusa might not have Ken's nose (and how worse must it be for him?), but even he can smell that easily enough. It hasn't escaped his notice either that Asshole has been bereft of his usual haunting grounds.
And, even more noticeably... Well.
Neither of them were completely quiet during their "morning" talk, or the sound of Hakkai moving around with another set of footsteps following after him for a short moment.
Yet here Hakkai is, going about preparing their dinner as normal, as if there won't be a fourth seat at the table tonight. Chikusa isn't sure how he feels about it- any of it, from the cabbage being chopped up to their unexpected guest. Finally, however, the words come to him.
"So. Was alcohol all you needed for him to 'calm down'?"
And that's what makes him so aggravated, he thinks. It's the same reason why he warily glances to the purple scarf still waiting in their living room.