"It is a chemical depressant, after all," Ichinose hummed, though if her tone came across as judgmental... well, it wasn't intentional. "I can pour your sake for you, next time. Make sure you're only having enough to have fun. Or cut you off - whichever way you'd like me to help, really."
She didn't mind him getting his cigarettes out, didn't mind the smell. It was a foible of his, but he'd seen so many of hers, after all. It was only fair. She kept nibbling on her snack.
But if silence is what he wanted, he could have it. She didn't mind - she was still here, enjoying the closeness, the companionship of the one person who even bothered trying to see things from her perspective.
Best enjoy it while I can, she thought, before he finally gets rubbed the wrong way by my heartlessness and leaves.
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She didn't mind him getting his cigarettes out, didn't mind the smell. It was a foible of his, but he'd seen so many of hers, after all. It was only fair. She kept nibbling on her snack.
But if silence is what he wanted, he could have it. She didn't mind - she was still here, enjoying the closeness, the companionship of the one person who even bothered trying to see things from her perspective.
Best enjoy it while I can, she thought, before he finally gets rubbed the wrong way by my heartlessness and leaves.