[Gojyo'd said he'd be down in a minute; Ken and Chikusa should be showing up at some point. The table is set, the pork butt is carved, and -- even if there's a guest to dinner -- Hakkai has pointedly avoided putting out any alcohol. Water glasses at each plate will be enough.
He's not going to play any games with anything that loosens inhibitions, not when he can feel Gojyo's pained roil of feelings on one side, and the flickers of seething resentment from Chikusa on the other.
And then there are his own feelings, of course. He's planning to ignore those.
Hopefully, the others will be down soon, and he won't have to ignore them for long. He sits heavily in his own chair, elbows on the table, arms crossed as he watches the steam curl up from the serving dishes.]
Dinner from hell, table for four
He's not going to play any games with anything that loosens inhibitions, not when he can feel Gojyo's pained roil of feelings on one side, and the flickers of seething resentment from Chikusa on the other.
And then there are his own feelings, of course. He's planning to ignore those.
Hopefully, the others will be down soon, and he won't have to ignore them for long. He sits heavily in his own chair, elbows on the table, arms crossed as he watches the steam curl up from the serving dishes.]