Maruki took no offense or twisted her words out of her mouth. He only found it more like music, playing softly and while his mind was already feeling heavier than usual, the main medicine- alcohol had rendered his mind into cotton.
"Oh, ohhh, me being shirtless? With... the metal spine?" he pointed at himself as he picked up another glass and finished his sake.
"Pfft, I would look incredible. Like, like—like a sexy racoon. With the glasses, specially." He moves his fingers up to gesture at his wonderful glasses. "And I steal shiny little things, like you."
"You’re so nice, by the way, Kuon,” he continued, leaning toward her with the kind of earnest intensity reserved for toddlers and very drunk men and getting very loud as he finished his fifth glass and started with the sixth. "Always saying stuff like that. Complimenting. Compliment—ting? Compla–complimeh... words.”
He paused, frowned deeply like he was solving a riddle.
“Wait, why’d you say that?” His expression twisted into theatrical suspicion. “Are you trying to seduce me? Because I need to warn you... I’m very seduceable right now. Like. Dangerously seduceable. Paper towel wet level of resistance.”
He nodded solemnly at his own metaphor.
“But we’re friends,” he added, as if he just remembered, and gasped. “Platonic! You’re platonic. I’m platonic. We’re... planktonic.”
"...wait no, I think that's the ocean actually." The frown returns, paired with the laughter that comes with it.
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"Oh, ohhh, me being shirtless? With... the metal spine?" he pointed at himself as he picked up another glass and finished his sake.
"Pfft, I would look incredible. Like, like—like a sexy racoon. With the glasses, specially." He moves his fingers up to gesture at his wonderful glasses. "And I steal shiny little things, like you."
"You’re so nice, by the way, Kuon,” he continued, leaning toward her with the kind of earnest intensity reserved for toddlers and very drunk men and getting very loud as he finished his fifth glass and started with the sixth. "Always saying stuff like that. Complimenting. Compliment—ting? Compla–complimeh... words.”
He paused, frowned deeply like he was solving a riddle.
“Wait, why’d you say that?” His expression twisted into theatrical suspicion. “Are you trying to seduce me? Because I need to warn you... I’m very seduceable right now. Like. Dangerously seduceable. Paper towel wet level of resistance.”
He nodded solemnly at his own metaphor.
“But we’re friends,” he added, as if he just remembered, and gasped. “Platonic! You’re platonic. I’m platonic. We’re... planktonic.”
"...wait no, I think that's the ocean actually." The frown returns, paired with the laughter that comes with it.