[ He can't smell the cherry blossoms. All he can smell is Hakkai -- Hakkai's skin, Hakkai's hair, the soap he used on his clothes, the faint hint of tea on his breath. All slightly of from what he feels like it should be, but all still very much familiar. ]
Drinking? [ He's drunk, he thinks, leaning into Hakkai. They fit so well together, don't they? Almost the same height, almost the same build. Like they were meant to be together like this. ] Yeah, sorry, I'm kinda...
[ But his laugh trails off, and he stiffens against Hakkai. Is he drunk?
He pulls away, hands still on Hakkai's shoulders (don't leave, don't get lost). He smacks his lips -- no alcohol there. He turns his face to the side, taking a quick sniff of his shirt -- no alcohol there either. He's very drunk, but he's... not drunk? ]
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Drinking? [ He's drunk, he thinks, leaning into Hakkai. They fit so well together, don't they? Almost the same height, almost the same build. Like they were meant to be together like this. ] Yeah, sorry, I'm kinda...
[ But his laugh trails off, and he stiffens against Hakkai. Is he drunk?
He pulls away, hands still on Hakkai's shoulders (don't leave, don't get lost). He smacks his lips -- no alcohol there. He turns his face to the side, taking a quick sniff of his shirt -- no alcohol there either. He's very drunk, but he's... not drunk? ]
I didn't have any tea.