Aoba’s too busy eyeing to man with the blond hair to pay mind to what Mizuki’s saying. His lips only hover over the nearly empty glass of sake, unable to rip his gaze away simply because he could’ve sworn those eyes were on him just seconds ago. Only after Mizuki began waving his hand before his face was his attention dragged back to the bartender. ❝Eh? Oh–what?❞
❝Why don’t you go talk to him?❞
❝…I think I will.❞ With that, he abandons his drink and moves to sit next to the blond with a smile on his lips. ❝Hey.❞
“One of these days, you may not know where or when. I’m going to get you back for that sandwich because. It isn’t the sandwich itself. I can always get another sandwich. Its the principle of the thing. I went into there knowing I’d be getting a sandwich, the enjoyment that adds to eating it is something that can never be given. Because I’ll always remember this day. The day you took that joy away from me and used it to appease yourself without a single bit of remorse. So, on that level. I will get you back.”
“You’re wrong about that– I’m feelin’ a bit of remorse over it. Especially now."
"Put the sword away, man. I’ll buy you another sandwich.”
P U P P E T That was a face he wasn’t expecting to see ever again. The person who tried to rip him and mother apart. The hate. The pain he held for the blond. “Are you here to take my bond with mother away?” A pause as green eyes fell onto the male, “Or have you decided to understand mothers love?”