[ Standing up is a hell of an experience. The room spins on a tilted axis, as though the whole world is suddenly a theme park ride. He takes a step to get out of their both and nearly slides right off his feet; only Katze's arm keeps him upright, and he ends up wrapping both of his own around it before he gets himself somewhat stead again. Even then, he doesn't let go, his hand locked just below his elbow. A vauge sense of self-preservation tells him he should keep it there if he doesn't want to bean his brains out on the pavement.
Around them, he hears a smattering of knowing laughter, and one bitter swear, likely from the unseen, kind soul that saw fit to feed drinks to a Mongrel that was apparently desirable enough to be talking to an Elite.
Aomine doesn't really get it and isn't really paying attention. There's the business of walking to take care of, which is much harder than expected when trying to speak, scowl slightly, and glare at the same time. ]
I'm not cute.
[ He says, while padding around his coat to make sure he at least has his palm reader, forgetting it's in his pants. ]
You think I'm big you should see Atsushi.
[ But it's a compliment that's got him grinning once he hears it. Katze's continuing self-depreciation bothers him, but in his current state of mind, such as it is, he can't come up with what sounds like a decent argument, especially when Katze is entirely right about his heritage.
So Aomine settles instead on climbing up Katze's arm and putting his own around the man's shoulders, because that helps, somehow. ]
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[ Standing up is a hell of an experience. The room spins on a tilted axis, as though the whole world is suddenly a theme park ride. He takes a step to get out of their both and nearly slides right off his feet; only Katze's arm keeps him upright, and he ends up wrapping both of his own around it before he gets himself somewhat stead again. Even then, he doesn't let go, his hand locked just below his elbow. A vauge sense of self-preservation tells him he should keep it there if he doesn't want to bean his brains out on the pavement.
Around them, he hears a smattering of knowing laughter, and one bitter swear, likely from the unseen, kind soul that saw fit to feed drinks to a Mongrel that was apparently desirable enough to be talking to an Elite.
Aomine doesn't really get it and isn't really paying attention. There's the business of walking to take care of, which is much harder than expected when trying to speak, scowl slightly, and glare at the same time. ]
I'm not cute.
[ He says, while padding around his coat to make sure he at least has his palm reader, forgetting it's in his pants. ]
You think I'm big you should see Atsushi.
[ But it's a compliment that's got him grinning once he hears it. Katze's continuing self-depreciation bothers him, but in his current state of mind, such as it is, he can't come up with what sounds like a decent argument, especially when Katze is entirely right about his heritage.
So Aomine settles instead on climbing up Katze's arm and putting his own around the man's shoulders, because that helps, somehow. ]