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WHO: Kiyomitsu Kashuu & you!
WHERE: Out and about all over Recolle
WHEN: Primarily July 8th/9th, but also through the rest of July
WHAT: Combo birthday and bingo shenanigans! Come for the drinks, stay for the bad fashion.
WARNINGS: Drinking and horrible outfits but otherwise N/A, will update if it changes!

July 8th
i. morning/afternoon, A Good Bean
[There sure is a lot of hustle and bustle around this little cafe today! Tables are being rearranged, the carafe carts are pushed to the side and out of the way, and a space has been cleared in the center of the room. Kiyomitsu stands in the middle of things, directing people who are carrying some very... eclectic outfits, and interchangeably dimming or brightening the lights in the dining area.

Are you just curious and poking your head in? Trying to avoid all this nonsense and get an espresso to wake you up for the long shift ahead? NOT ANYMORE. As soon as he spots you, his target is Locked and he's trotting on over.]

Hm... You! You've totally got the look I need. Gimme just ten minutes of your time, okay? I just need a few more people.

[It's not just ten minutes. It's never just ten minutes. And did someone carrying sparkle mesh just walk by? Maybe you should hightail it outta here while you still can...]

ii. evening, various bars
[So after a fashion show that may or may not have been a hit and may or may not have involved the authorities briefly being called, Kiyomitsu is free for the day! Free to enjoy his new ability to go to bars legally at long last...! He might keep his fake ID for fond memory's sake, though. It got him through so many tough times...

But for now, he's treating himself - with other people's money in a mutually beneficial bingo arrangement. If he spots anyone who appears to be looking at a bingo card or overhears someone so much as say the word bingo, he's turning right on over.]

If you buy me a birthday drink, I'll help you fill your card out. Deal?

iii. late night/earlyass morning, around town
[Occasionally, he'll be taking breaks from his long and arduous 21 Run™ and can be found sitting on sidewalks or benches outside of the bars he's being dragged through. Naturally, that means he's a prime target for the late night street vendors and their deliciously fried and salted foods... There goes a cart with barbequed meats! And another selling fresh greasy pastries!

Eventually, Kiyomitsu will just turn to the nearest person - stranger or not - and point toward the closest cart.]

Let's go get some of that.

[It's a necessity.]

July 9th
iv. afternoon, Peach Beach
[His shades have made a return, as has his old friend, hangover... Kiyomitsu's had an honestly rank morning and it isn't even because of the hangover so much as some shiny new abilities.

And of course, he's dealing with them like a champ by pretending they're absolutely not a thing! Why worry about freaky voodoo swords when you can gripe about the sun, instead?? He may have to be out here for Important Bingo Reasons, but that doesn't stop him from whining like the world is personally against him. Said whining only stops when someone happens to walk between him and the sun, at which point he'll immediately look up and say, very flatly:]

I'll pay you ten bucks if you just stand there and block out the sun for a little bit.

[Save him.]

wildcard;
[Hit me with whatever you're down for! Kashuu's bingo card is here and he's open for any bingo shenanigans all month!]

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If you say so.

[SUCH A LACK OF FAITH... but look, there goes Kashuu proving him right, insert the gif of these bozos and Kane-san stumbling around the stage, rip in pieces everyone. Thankfully this is nothing new, and his reflexes are sharp enough that it's no trouble to catch Kashuu before he falls, letting him lean into him as much as he needs. Kashuu chose this fate, no sympathy, countdown until the heels come off and he wanders around barefoot...]

Oh, sure. Thanks. [With a kebab in one hand and the other back on Kashuu's elbow, he can't do much besides lean forward and take a bite. Did he actually eat the piece meant for him or did he just take a big ol' chomp out of the side... A GOOD QUESTION.]

Yasusadaaa, that was my piece!

[That big ol' chomp was totally what he was about to chomp!! And now it's lost forever... He doesn't want to eat the piece he tore off for Yamato either, for Stupid Drunk Logic Reasons, so he'll just sort of try shoving it into Yamato's mouth, too.]

This one's yours.

[HELPFUL.

He's also leaning on Yamato more than a merciful friend should be, but Yamato signed up for this life...]

I don't want that one.

[ACTUAL CHILDREN but it's too late, Kashuu's practically falling over onto him and it's either get that bite shoved into his mouth or get it smushed into his nose, so he does his best to sigh and eat it. AT LEAST IT'S TASTY.]

Come on, let's find somewhere to sit. [So they can eat without dropping their food or running into random angry drunks or Kashuu breaking his dang ankle!! He's still only got the one hand free, but he uses it to nudge Kashuu's arm around his neck, because ~~das gay~~ he'd rather Kashuu fall into him than, y'know. A gutter.]

Too bad!

[And when Yamato caves and eats it, he looks like he's won some great success here, somehow... He also wipes at Yamato's mouth, but the extra hands on isn't unusual for a drunk Kashuu.]

It's good, right?

[He hasn't even had any yet?! But he'll just follow Yamato's lead and loop his arm over his neck so he doesn't teeter into a ditch. It is getting hard to walk without stumbling, even with all of his ridiculous high heel skills...

Just lead him to a bench, he's useless and trying to get a bite of his steamed bun.]

I wouldn't let you eat bad food.

[WHO DO YOU THINK HE IS, KASHUU, JEEZ. But that's a "yes", and he doesn't seem surprised by Kiyomitsu "touches things" Kashuu's handsy behavior either, simply leaning his head over to give him better access. The first time it happened, he'd pretended to bite at Kashuu's fingers, except he accidentally did bite Kashuu's finger, and, well--

--anyway they're walking, this is fine, no broken necks yet. It'll be obvious to anyone on the street that at least one of them is drunk, but they're still in Club Central so they're far from the only ones. Nobody pays them any mind as they weave their way down the street, and even though he has to keep his arm around Kashuu's waist to keep them both steady, it isn't like Kashuu is difficult to maneuver around.]

Alright, come on. [AN UNOCCUPIED BENCH HAS BEEN FOUND so down they go... will they crash and tumble and waste their overpriced food, or will they manage to sit down on the bench without any mishaps...]

[True, he takes good care of Kashuu's stomach... Thanks, Yamato.

And thanks, Club Central, for having so many other drunk hooligans out and about that it's easy to blend in and make it to a bench with barely more than a few bumped shoulders with jovial and/or dazed and confused strangers.

Once he reaches the bench, he does kind of do that thing where he goes to put a hand down first and overshoots and falls forward a little... But fortunately, he doesn't drop his precious food, even if he does burst into a small fit of laughter. Also, the first thing he says after sitting and taking another bite of his bun is:]

I still want some fries. Can we get those?

[When you get the drunchies...]

[Kashuu is way too spoiled: part 9275975 of the neverending saga.

Thankfully Kashuu doesn't lose his food or hurt himself with that little tumble, so Yamato doesn't feel bad about snorting inelegantly, dropping down onto the bench too and stretching out his legs. It's nice to sit for a minute--he doesn't usually go out on the dance floor, but he could use the brief respite all the same.]

No way! You'll get mad at me if I let you gain a hundred pounds. [But he's smiling as he rolls his eyes, bopping Kashuu gently on the head with his wrist (and managing not to get any traces of kebab in Kashuu's hair, talent.] You've got plenty of food here already, eat this stuff first.

[He says that, but he's already started eating some of the kebab LIKE A PUNK. Whatever, it's his money!!]

[He's spoiled as heck and he needs to be stopped... But for now he just leans heavily against Yamato's side, despite the fact that there's plenty of bench for him to rest on instead. Nope!! Gotta cling while stuffing his face.]

Hey— [Checking his hair for kebab sauce anyway... Fortunately, he also manages to avoid getting any bun stuffing in there.

And then he notices Yamato EATING HIS OTHER FOOD--]

—Hey, hey, hey! That's mine, don't eat it all! Especially if you won't get me fries!

[WHAT A LEECH. But it's okay, Yamato's solid and not drunk and he knows what he signed up for, so none of this is unexpected. It's a pleasant evening, cool and clear, and while he is genuinely enjoying following the crazier party animals around to all the different bars (he's just grumbling for the sake of grumbling, let's be real), he wouldn't mind just spending the rest of the evening sitting around out here.

Except then Kashuu is loudly complaining so of course Yamato has to hold the kebab way out of his reach...]

Better finish that bun faster then!

[WHAT A JERK!! Kashuu gives him a look that says I want to kick you but I'm too drunk, and kind of weakly bodyslams into his side. Why is he this way...]

I can't eat that fast! Don't rush me. I gotta enjoy.

[His food!! It's a treat! Everything tastes better when you're drunk and he's got to take full advantage of that!]

Ow.

[A BABY... he's just complaining to complain though, and doesn't even really budge because Kashuu is a noodle at the best of times and now is definitely not the best of his times.]

Yeah, but you're dripping on your clothes.

[HE'S NOT Yamato's just being a punk but honestly it's a near thing, the way Kashuu's waving that bun around...]

Eh—?

[DON'T PUNK HIM OUT LIKE THAT. He's looking down at his outfit immediately in a vaguely distressed way, because he's heckin drunk but even now he'd still demand to go home and change if he got anything on himself. Appearance is key, okay. Always key.]

...Don't lie just so you can eat my food!

Oh come on, it was a little funny.

[Yamato is far too confident that Kashuu won't risk actually dirtying his clothes in order to try and punch him. BEING THE SOBER ONE IS TOO MUCH POWER.]

[THIS IS DEFINITELY TOO MUCH POWER and he's right... Even though Kashuu does look like he's seriously considering trying to whack Yamato for a second, he eventually just ends up taking a sulky bite of his bun instead.]

I'm gonna starve 'cause of you.

[HE SAYS, FACE FULL OF FOOD.]

Yeah, yeah.

[Here, peanut, have some headpats. Thankfully he's done munching on Kashuu's treats for now, and he leans over to offer the kebab up for a bite, if Kashuu really wants it that badly. They're probably going to go back to get juice and fries in about five minutes anyway, it's fine.]

[Headpats seem to settle him down, but that's probably also not surprising. His drunk behavior is easy enough to predict...

He'll also lean back to take a bite of the kebab because VICTORY!! ...But only one bite, apparently. Then he goes back to his bun, sleights forgotten.]

That one's good.

[Kashuu's every behavior is pretty easy to predict honestly?? Even during their worst moments, Yamato's rarely surprised by the things Kashuu says and does. That's part of the problem, really--he knows, but he pushes anyway.

This isn't a night for thoughts like that, though. He simply makes an affirmative and returns the favor from earlier, automatically wiping off a bit of sauce near Kashuu's mouth with his thumb. Why are they allowed in public.]

I know, that's why I ate some. [ONE A PUNK, ALWAYS A PUNK.]

You'd probably eat it even if it didn't taste great.

[A PUNK... A punk who's leaning a little more heavily on Yamato now, because being away from the liveliness and constant go-go-go of the bars is making him feel warm and content and sleepy. HE CAN'T STOP YET, there are still more bars to go...!! But for now, he'll just. Rest a little so he doesn't mcdie.]

When're we gonna get fries, though?

[Why.]

I would not, my standards are way higher than yours.

[This is a blatant lie for literally everything except food... and half the time it's even a lie for food too, since Kashuu's standards about how food looks are very different from Yamato's judgment of how it tastes.

...To be fair though, he's banned shitty cup ramen from the house, so that's something.

Either way, he doesn't seem to mind letting Kashuu flop against him, unthinkingly keeping one arm around him to keep him steady. THIS SURE LOOKS PLATONIC RIGHT HERE, YEP, ABSOLUTELY ~~I hate this~~]

When you finish the food you've already got, first. [So unless Kashuu wants Yamato's help finishing up the snacks they've already got, he'd better eat up...]

You just wanna think they are.

[No, honestly, Kashuu's not anywhere near as picky as he pretends to be when it comes to food... Give him a ramen chili dog and he'll happily scarf that shit down if he's drunk enough to forget to complain about the calories.

THIS IS THE WORST THOUGH and yet he seems perfectly comfortable. Now he's just leisurely munching on his bun, though... They'll never get to the fries at this rate.]

Oh— D'you want some?

[Did he already ask that because IF HE DID HE SURE FORGOT. HELP HIM.]

[Yeah, yeah, Yamato is absolutely aware of this and doesn't even bother arguing.

He also doesn't bother reminding Kashuu that yes, the very first thing he did was break off a piece for him, because you know what he's still hungry too SO HE'LL TAKE IT.]

Sure, thanks. [AND AGAIN he just fuckin leans over to take a bite... the two of them eating the same food is okay but using a straw Baren used is crossing the line apparently?? yams]

[Apparently giving cooties to Kashuu is only okay if Yamato is the one giving the cooties THANKS YAMATO.]

Mmhm. [...] Y'wanna swap?

[He likes this bun but he's halfway through and now he wants kebab instead. Not as much as he wants FRIES THOUGH... But to get to the top of fry mountain, they have to slay the food in front of them first. What a hard knock life.]

[LOOK. If asked he'd just say it's fine because they share germs all the time anyway, WHICH WOULD SOUND REALLY BAD IN A WAY HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND as per usual.]

Sure. [He's not picky; it's a little difficult to swap with one hand, since he doesn't bother pulling his arm away from where it's resting around Kashuu's waist, but they manage. More importantly--]

Just don't eat too much in one go, okay? If you're gonna go back and drink some more you'll just end up throwing it all up. [WHICH IS NOT AESTHETIC]

I know how to feed myself without barfing, okay?

[GOD, YAMS!! He's had a lot of trial and error with drinking and eating, he has a pretty good grasp on his limits by now! Even if that's not at all something to be proud of...

Anyway, he looks satisfied once he has his kabob, even if he just takes a bite and seems once again to be satisfied with Just That. Why is he this way.]

Is it colder out here?

Yes, yes.

[Peanut please find your chill... and also your stamina?? Come on, they've got to grow up into old men who sit and drink whiskey at the bar while they talk about the good old days, you can't be a lightweight for that.

Thankfully, that's not what he says. Instead, he sort of instinctively turns so that Kashuu can huddle closer if he wants, lifting his hand to rub at Kashuu's arm.]

I'm alright. You can use my jacket if you want. [It's an acceptable jacket, even by Kashuu's standards--or it would've been, except that he's had it tied around his waist for hours and now it's all wrinkled and probably smells like beer.

IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS OKAY]

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