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Sep. 24th, 2017 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
For Yamato, it's only been maybe a day since Koushiro came to his apartment, and he's still feeling -- weird over it.
In truth, the bar is the last place he wants to see right now, but he resists the urge to just turn around and walk out the other way. Instead, he makes his way over to Bar, where a cupcake with a candle in the shape of the number eighteen appears. He prods at it without eating for a while, then slides it to one side.
It probably doesn't take someone tremendously observant to notice how his shoulders are slumping, or how completely dead his eyes look.
In truth, the bar is the last place he wants to see right now, but he resists the urge to just turn around and walk out the other way. Instead, he makes his way over to Bar, where a cupcake with a candle in the shape of the number eighteen appears. He prods at it without eating for a while, then slides it to one side.
It probably doesn't take someone tremendously observant to notice how his shoulders are slumping, or how completely dead his eyes look.