( he almost says you're telling me, only he means it in a goofy way, and he's not sure it would come out like that, given their history. he isn't really the type to hold grudges, even if he's probably entitled to a little animosity in chishiya's direction. he is, after all, holding the door open and gently maneuvering forward the guy who betrayed him at the beach, who very nearly cost him and (a much worse crime) usagi their lives.
instead, he's helping him into a vinyl booth, hesitating a second, before taking a seat next to him instead of across, and he's actually — kind of, having fun. at the very least, he isn't as jumpy as he seemed when chishiya first approached him.
it's extremely weird, to be back in a place like this. over the course of borderland, arisu feels like he's lost his already fairly lukewarm socializing skills — the thought of placing an order and talking to a stranger fills him with a kind of unexpected anxiety that has him not even looking at the menu, instead scouting the people in the diner. what would a game here even look like? )
Can you order for us? I'm overwhelmed.
( his arm is back around chishiya's shoulders, somehow, fiddling nervously with a lock of his hair. )
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instead, he's helping him into a vinyl booth, hesitating a second, before taking a seat next to him instead of across, and he's actually — kind of, having fun. at the very least, he isn't as jumpy as he seemed when chishiya first approached him.
it's extremely weird, to be back in a place like this. over the course of borderland, arisu feels like he's lost his already fairly lukewarm socializing skills — the thought of placing an order and talking to a stranger fills him with a kind of unexpected anxiety that has him not even looking at the menu, instead scouting the people in the diner. what would a game here even look like? )
Can you order for us? I'm overwhelmed.
( his arm is back around chishiya's shoulders, somehow, fiddling nervously with a lock of his hair. )