Week 1 | Saturday

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya hadn't said much during the trial, but he'd been listening. Of course he's going to search the hotel until he finds Nikkari - sitting at the bar, not a drink in sight.]

Hey. Mind if I join you?

[He isn't bothering to hide the words on his cheek. Couldn't save my son. It's not important right now, or at least, it's not the most important thing.]

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[uncleanse]

[ when chuuya finds him, he's sitting with his hands folded on the bartop. his gaze is pointed downward so that his long hair falls forward and shields his face like a curtain, almost like a ghost. ]

Of course not, Nakahara-san. It would be selfish to sit in a public place and tell others they aren't allowed, wouldn't it?

[goatsongs]

I'm not here for the bar. [As shocking as that is, considering that he spent all trial drinking.] I'm here for you.

[uncleanse]

[ hm. he sure isn't expecting that answer. ]

... For me?

[goatsongs]

Don't tell me I'm the only person who came to see if you needed a hug after that disaster.

[He has canonmates who should've hugged him already??]

[uncleanse]

[ ... he lets out a surprised, stifled laugh. ]

I'm—not exactly in the business of giving or receiving hugs so openly.

[ tonbo's one thing, but otherwise ]

[goatsongs]

These aren't exactly typical circumstances.

[like he's not necessarily a touchy-feely guy in good times either but like, come on.]

[uncleanse]

Haha... well... if you insist?

[ like. he ain't sayin no ]

[goatsongs]

[Nikkari gets as warm a hug as a tiny tsundere poet can give.]

If you want to talk about anything...