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once upon a dream
ALADDIN
BEAUTY & THE BEAST
HERCULES
LADY & THE TRAMP
THE LITTLE MERMAID
NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS
TANGLED
BEAUTY & THE BEAST
HERCULES
LADY & THE TRAMP
THE LITTLE MERMAID
NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS
TANGLED
DISNEY AUPALOOZA
aka sisi and snow have no lives and too many sports.
he's a tramp, but i love him - yes, even i've got it pretty bad
there'll be a first meeting starter later
He's never yelled at his parents before in his life, but the moment they had told him - doesn't this just prove that we were right, Keiji? he's a delinquent, a tramp, a nobody. you shouldn't be spending your time with him, not when you have your future to look forward to - he had felt the anger rising like a wave in him. The way it had crashed had been explosive, and the repercussions had been swift.
But Akaashi had still left the estate, despite the disapproval from his parents, their shouts echoing behind him, the sting of his cheek. He had gone to the bank and withdrawn the money from his own savings, and he had gone to the station.
And here he is, now. Though his priority is Bokuto, he manages to barter with the man at the desk so that he can get both him and Kuroo out without being extorted out of more money. His name carries weight, even if his adamant refusal to leave without both of them out of the drunk tank confuses many of the people. He's rewarded more than once by family friends casting suspicious looks his way, but he ignores them, ignores their eyes landing on his still smarting, red cheek from the resounding slap that was the parting gift from his mother. If he can refuse his parents, then he can refuse these people, too.
Especially when it comes to Bokuto. He's certain that his parents would find a way to send them away on trump charges, just to keep Akaashi away from them, from him. The thought terrifies him, because not only would he never see him again, he knows that they would separate Bokuto from Kuroo, and that's just promising a decline into depression.
He can't let that happen, so he stands there, overseeing the officer as he unlocks the drunk tank. (Kuroo hums, almost absently, to Bokuto - "Looks like your beau came to save us~" - from inside, and Akaashi pretends not to hear it.) Kuroo emerges first, smiling lazily at the officer, but then he immediately steps aside for his cellmate.
Akaashi twists his fingers together, anxious but relieved. ] Bokuto-san.
i have no good icons LMAO
it's akaashi. akaashi is all he can think about sitting here.
bokuto rarely thinks about the consequences to his actions. he is loud, over the top, exuberant and moody as all hell in most things--the human form of a wrecking ball. but since he met akaashi (in passing, on the street, struck by how absolutely mind blowingly knee quakingly earth shatteringly beautiful he was) bokuto's been trying. that's the best he can do most days, is try. with his moods, with his temper, with his everything--all he can do is try for akaashi. this? this wasn't trying. this was fucking up, and it was that that had bokuto uncharacteristically quiet and slumped against kuroo, starting off on a bad spiral down towards one of his more depressed mood swings.
but then, kuroo humming in his ear is what gets his attention, and it's like everyone else in the room falls away. there's akaashi--he came for him anyway, he's there, he doesn't hate him, and his face--
bokuto bounds across the cell boundary before the cop can even get out his "don't do that again" lecture and hurries to akaashi. but the hug that would typically be huge and probably lift akaashi straight off his feet isn't that--it's bokuto dropping onto him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and squeezing tight, breathing out-- ] Akaashi.
like I have a variety of faces at all
Bokuto makes him actually feel alive. The monotony of his life was completely flipped on its head the moment that he'd decided to approach him, and his world feels like it's finally full of color. There's no way that he would change anything about the way things are, now, save for removing the factor that is his parents' meddling. Though they aren't... officially anything more than close friends, Akaashi has had serious thoughts about eloping recently. But that would mean that Bokuto would have to reciprocate those feelings, and while he's fantastic at reading his moods, he's affectionate with everyone that he considers a friend.
He doesn't know if the affection he shows Kuroo - who has gone off to get their things - is different from the affection that he's given.
As Bokuto practically drops on him, he braces for his weight easily, wrapping his arms around his barrel chest and digging his fingers into the back of his shirt. It's a far more desperate hug than normal, from both ends, and a part of Akaashi thinks this gives him a decent answer about their feelings. ] I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. If I had known last night, I would have come then.
but he's so beautiful
losing him in any way would hurt so much; losing him because of his own fuck up would be even worse.
it would seriously take a crowbar to pull bokuto away from akaashi. literally, metaphorically, what have you. he will fight tooth and nail to keep him, keep seeing him, keep making him smile that warm, perfect ethereal smile he gets every now and then that makes bokuto want to start--doing backflips or something, it's that powerful. when he does let go, after a solid few seconds, a muttered "no, it's okay, shut up", bokuto pauses.
and that's when he sees his face. ] Akaashi--[ the look on bokuto's face goes from nothing to thunder in about three seconds. ] Who--what--I'll kick their asses, what, are you okay?!
[ not something to be yelling in a police station bokuto ]
and bokuto is... goofy and handsome in spades
something like that.
something very like that
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no one to tell us no, or where to go, or say we're only dreaming
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well, to be fair to him, he didn't say who he was, and hinta was too dumb to figure it out. they'd gotten into a little bit of an argument in the marketplace the first day, one that involved them throwing fruit at each other until hinata had grabbed him about four seconds before a guard showed up and cut off his whole head for stealing, but. hinata had grown to like the guy. enough that he showed him--showed kageyama the ropes. how to steal without being noticed, where to sleep where the guards couldn't catch you, how to stay warm at night when the unforgiving sun sank low in the sky and brought out the cool of the night. this life wasn't great, but it was hinata's, his and his baby sister's, and the two of them were just--street rats.
it had always been him and natsu, for as long as hinata could remember. and he thought, just this once, maybe they could include another person--a friend. hinata hasn't had a real one in a long time. the ladies in the marketplace love him, the animals are pretty friendly towards him, but a real friend? who wants to befriend a street rat? (even if he doesn't have fleas.)
but then, things had gone to chaos, and the two of them had been caught. hinata got natsu away in time, but kageyama stood and said, i'm the prince, let them go. the resulting distraction had left hinata dumbfounded enough that the guards did, and as he stood there waiting for natsu come back, kageyama disappearing with the guards hand on his back, he tried to sort through everything he was feeling. shock. some sadness? a lot of sadness. kageyama was his only friend, and now he was--a prince. just like the rest of them.
but god, he misses him so bad. and that's why hinata finds himself precariously seated on a tree outside of the palace, just...watching. just a couple minutes. he doesn't even know what he's going to say (he told natsu he was going to give him a "piece of his mind, just you wait!!" but natsu just looked sad and asked him to bring tobio back home) but.
but he's going try, maybe. once he has a plan. that plan at the moment is just sitting in the tree and watching at the balcony, near eye level to him. please don't startle him out of the tree, kageyama. ]
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Not that they would notice. His mother is always busy, his father is frequently away from the capital to take care of matters elsewhere. The guards hardly notice him when he's there, and the servants all try to avoid him when they can. He's too sullen, they say. Too stoic, too intimidating, too mad. Whatever happened to the little Tobio-sama that used to run around under their feet, asking them to play with him?
It makes him bitter, and so he winds up spending all of his time with two siblings that everyone calls street rats. What had been the most irritating person he'd ever met quickly became Kageyama's first and only friend, through some form of happenstance. Hinata taught him everything, and Kageyama repaid him by using his keen eyes and the knowledge he garnered from lessons in the palace to help him and his sister. Trade times, patrol shifts, which guards were the easiest to distract, or were prone to falling asleep.
His time with Shouyou and Natsu? It's the most fun he's ever had in his life.
Of course it has to come to an end, though. All good things in his life do.
But Kageyama would rather go back to his horrible, lonely life than let Hinata and his sister get into trouble. After all, they don't have anyone else to look out for them, so the job falls to him. There are people in the marketplace that know them, of course, but it's not the same. It's not even a little bit the same - it's just the two of them, and they had shared with him when no one else in his life had before. Those people had just given him everything, thinking that it was what he wanted, when it wasn't. What he wanted was what he got from spending time with Hinata, and Natsu, and living with them in that short time that he did.
It wasn't luxurious, but it was his. It was theirs, and he misses them so much that it feels like an ache in his chest.
So, because he doesn't know how to manage these emotions, he locks himself in his room, brooding and pacing and agitated. Pining. Eventually, he winds up skulking out to the balcony, slamming the doors shut behind him in the event that a servant or guard or - unlikely as anything - one of his parents decides to come and talk to him.
Sorry if that was a little loud, Hinata. ]
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but, hinata wouldn't have ever down talked kageyama for it. sure, would have joked him, "you could've been buying us food the whole time, bakageyama!" but it's still--god. kageyama basically became his best (only) friend. the only person in the whole wide world he trusted and cared for as much as natsu, and hinata shouyou's trust and care and love is the kind of thing that's usually five sizes too big for his chest.
so all these feelings have added up to this weird squirming thing of emotions, an ache of hurt in his chest that he can't describe in words outside of 'guwahh' and 'uohhh', and thats why he's here. he hasn't really thought through what he wants to do or say at all, except maybe just.
come back home, tobio.
however, before he can really ruminate on those very embarrassing thoughts, the balcony door gets slammed. hinata jumps about three feet and squawks a-- ] GUWAH! [ before windmilling almost comically and having to throw himself around the tree trunk so he doesn't lose his balance.
does that orange hair look familiar? ]
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Jumping, he spins around and braces his hands on the edge of the balcony, leaning forward to scan for the source of the sound. And, there, in the goddamn tree right outside his room, is Hinata Shouyou in all of his stupid, energetic glory. His reaction is immediate and just as confusing as the rest of his emotions, a strange amalgamation of excitement, guilt, dread, and anger, the latter of which largely caused by the combination of the former three.
But also, he's terrified of what could happen to Hinata if the guards caught him. There was only so much he could do, before. Now, they're not in the marketplace anymore. ]
Hinata! [ Voice a low hiss, he hops up and over the edge of the balcony, moving to land on one of the sturdier branches of the tree. This was, after all, how he managed to sneak out the first time. Going to make sure that Hinata doesn't fall out of the thing and crack his skull open is easy enough, though he fumbles a little as he tries to keep his balance in his... surprise, excitement, both. ] What're you doing here? What if you got caught!?
[ That, above all else, is his concern. Does Natsu know you're here? Where is she? Is she safe? Is she okay? ]
Did something happen? [ Are you okay? I miss you, I'm sorry I didn't tell you who I was. ]
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good morning have EMOTIONS
SAME FOR YOU BUDDY
good morning again
all at once everything looks different, now that i see you
barely even friends, then someone bends - unexpectedly
what would i do to see you smiling at me
we're simply meant to be.
come with us and you will see, this our town of halloween.
first we respect the timeline
Finding the doors had been confusing, because he's fairly certain that he's never heard anyone talk about them. When he first sees them, he traces long fingers over the patterns - a turkey, a heart, an egg, a clover, until he comes to what looks to be a pumpkin. He looks curiously at it, considering it, but he hears his grandmother calling for him so he leaves it be for the day.
He never asked her about them, but that's fine. Satoru returns to them later on, sniffing around the trees curiously, only hesitating a moment when it seems that pumpkin door is ajar. But rather than linger for long, he decides to nose it open further and climb through it, big paws hefting him up easily until he tumbles through empty space -
- and winds up landing in a heap on autumn leaves in a crisp forest empty of snow. Grey eyes confused and wide, he rolls his large body so that he can get off his shoulders and up to his haunches, then his feet. He huffs and sniffs at leaves, blowing them up into the air, and then... well, he's here, isn't he? Maybe he can find somewhere to take a nap, since this place seems so far away from the elves and the sprites and the rest of Christmas Town, always so busy with their preparations even if there could be 364 days until Christmas.
It doesn't occur to him to shift his forms, at least not right away. Instead, he ambles along, horned head swaying back and forth as he investigates. ]
well since it is that time of year
it's not like his big brother forbids it or anything, but in general, little witches have a bedtime, because little witches have a lot of preparations to be making with halloween fast approaching. for it isn't 365 days to halloween but 30, and in order to make this one as scary and successful as it has every year, certain little witches need to be home tucked into their beds by eleven. haruichi thinks a part of it is because his big brother is always busy with the vampire that's been hanging around the house, and it is that business that's let him slip out a little later than intended today. he'd spent most of his afternoon with his best friend, a werewolf named eijun, and realized just a little too late he forgot to catch the fresh nightcrawlers from the woods around the trees. it seemed better to get home late but at least with the nightcrawlers his big brother needed for the potion he was working on than empty handed, and so haruichi kominato is the only soul in the forest at the moment.
or so he thinks.
the ghosts above his head would agree, but he mostly doesn't hear them, focusing on catching nightcrawlers. it's a process that's gotten his black pants really dirty but his jar's about half full, and he jumps to catch one and yank it up out of the ground with striped-gloved-fingers when he looks up and spots...
oh, is that an abominable snowman? haruichi's head tilts to the side, his bangs shifting across his face with the movement. there was a family of yetis around halloween town for a while, but he thought they'd all moved back up into the mountains. ]
Um, excuse me--hello! [ he calls, first too quietly and then a little louder, clearing his throat and cupping his hand around his mouth. there's no sign of fright. why would there be? ] Are you lost?
[glee]
And then he blinks, quietly surprised by the fact that he's spoken to so casually. Only his family has ever really done that, but that's a given. His grandfather, especially, sees no reason to be delicate whether it's out of fear or if it's a more firm kind of love. The rest of town, they're afraid of him.
This strangely dressed boy, though. He shows no signs of it, just calls to him and stand there. Shifting his weight, Furuya turns more towards him, looking around. He can speak when he's like this, but there's a sort of shyness to his silence as he tilts his head before giving a nod. Even if he were his more person-shaped self, it'd be his reaction. ]
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and then we take its lunch money
But discovering Halloween Town, and meeting Haruichi, he... well, he tries. Because in Halloween Town, no one is afraid of him, consider him particularly nonthreatening in the grand scheme of things, and the Kominato house is like a second home to him now, months later. Ryousuke scares him a little, which is half because he respects him an awful lot and half because the elder witch undoubtedly knows, but Haruichi.
Haruichi deserves more than the sleepy attempts at existing through things that Furuya's so used to. Not that he ever seems particularly disappointed when all he wants to do is sleep, but he's still going to give him things and spend time with him in a way that isn't just him curled up against his hip while he reads spellbooks or keeping his feet warm while he mixes potions. (Both leave him incredibly content, though, and Haruichi pets him between pages and stages.)
So he brings him ingredients from Christmas Town, for baking and magic alike, until they finally, finally, get permission from Kominato-san for Haruichi to go there himself. Furuya is actually a little excited, in his contained way, and leads Haruichi through the tree-shaped door and into the spiraling void until they can land in a pile of snow that seems to replenish itself despite how often he skips back and forth between the two towns. ]
that's our job but we're not mean ;O
admittedly, he's not sure if it'll compare to his current 'assistant'-slash-frequent houseguest. furuya is around all the time now, and haruichi really, really likes his company, whether he's a big lump of white fur snuggled up against his feet when the crisp october wind blows through the shutters or a person peering curiously over his shoulder when he's mixing potions or casting spells. he obviously didn't get along well in christmas town because he was, well, scary--a monster of sorts, though there was nothing wrong with that, a fact that haruichi and the rest of halloweentown would all argue. ("delightful!" they'd said, "we haven't had an abominable in years!") but if haruichi has the chance to share his home with him as much as possible, he's touched that furuya's willing to share his, too.
the fall is a little strange, and he ends up holding onto furuya's hand a little too tight as they drop into the snow, which--haruichi has literally never experienced before. he gasps, half delighted as his butt drops in the snow-- ] Ah--cold!
we're kind of mean
But the risk of it has always been worth it, ever since he met Haruichi. He enjoys his company, and the friends that he's made in Halloween Town, even if one particular werewolf exhausts him pretty regularly while they compete with one another. But at the end of the day, he can go back to the littlest witch, talk quietly with him or simply curl up around him while he works, and it's been nice. So of course he wants to share his home with him, even if it's never been particularly welcoming. Through no fault of the residents, really, they just have a different standard.
Not in any particular hurry to get up, Furuya dusts snow off himself with his free hand, briefly considering whether he wants to shift so that there's more fur covering his arms or not. He spends so much time in Halloween Town that he's always got the barest bits of it along his elbows and shoulders, rather than the massive paws he spent most of his life with before he learned to shift further.
He tilts his head and looks at Haruichi, just taking him in as he takes in the hilltop around them. It makes him smile, just a bit. ] Do you want to go down?
tru
this is fuckin cute
furuharus ♥
furuharus!!!!
at least out loud i won't say i'm in love
fuck timelines tbqh
this? this is top tier crazy. this is so crazy that kuramochi made a point to tell sawamura he could have his stuff if he didn't come back for whatever reason (and to tell miyuki to keep his grubby paws off of everything.) kuramochi youichi has had a lot of dealings with death lately, and that is because he had the (mis)fortune of crossing path with kominato ryousuke, who was in a bit of a sticky situation. by now he knows the story like the back of his hand--ryousuke sold his soul and made a deal with a demon to save his little brother's life. in doing so, they started using him as a grim-reaper-by-proxy, meaning when kuramochi crashed his bike headlong into a ditch and walked out unscathed, he saw a flash of pink standing in the distance, a lean figure cut by golden sunlight.
that was the first time he met kominato ryousuke. the second time was in a bar. the third, the same place. the fourth, on the floor of ryousuke's apartment, and that meeting was a lot more, well, biblical.
it's been months since then. death follows kuramochi like a particularly eager puppy, and when he survives his second near death experience, it's because ryousuke put his soul back into his mouth, risked everything--everything--to save kuramochi, who woke up in a hospital room dazed and asking for ryousuke, because he already knew what he'd done. what went wrong. (what was going wrong.)
when he came back hurt, kuramochi made a decision. a stupid-ass decision, one he completely recognizes as a stupid ass decision, but it's a clear and sunny afternoon in march when kuramochi youchi meets death for the third time, this time with his fists up and a cheetah snarling at his back. he'd warned miyuki and tanba and jun that the minute he ended up 'dead'--in hell, for what it's worth--that ryousuke would be here, and he'd be mad, so the proper precautions were set and kuramochi youchi went to hell.
that was hours ago. too many hours ago, probably. enough that the tips of his fingers, his nose, his ears were starting to get cold. on the mortal surface, the battle he was fighting had no repercussions, just a body in a rickety wooden chair in a room armed to the teeth with circles and runes to keep demons (gods of death) contained. it feels like centuries in hell, but in reality, the timing is exactly seven hours.
it's seven hours when kuramochi youichi's eyes snap open and his chest heaves, his entire body bristling with the concept of life, and his fist is still clutched around the ashes of a contract that belonged to kominato ryousuke. kuramochi is not eloquent and never has been, cannot wake gracefully, and as he experiences death for the third time, he lifts half up out of the chair and barks-- ] Shit-!
whatever thiS IS FINE
But above all else, the one thing that's mattered the most to him ever since it came into his life, has been Kominato Haruichi. As the elder brother - especially when they had lost their parents - it's been his job to protect him, to set an example for his baby brother. Nothing else in this world matters as much as Haruichi, who is his everything, and he would do anything - despite all of his teasing and tough love to mask the softer affection much of the time - for him. Even if it meant giving up his soul in exchange for his life, after a gruesome accident left him dead before paramedics could even arrive on the scene.
Admittedly, Ryousuke is no fool. When you sign a contract, you look at the fine print, and he had sorted out something that would make it possible for him to be there while Haruichi grew up, rather than being dragged to hell in five to ten years, max. Apparently a soul like his was in high demand - who knew?
And then he'd met Kuramochi.
At first it'd just been for fun, fucking with him because he'd noticed him and they wound up in the right place and the right time after Kuramochi's unfortunate near-death. But what had been for his amusement became something else far too quickly for Ryousuke to know what to do with, and a good - if quick, as he lovingly teases - lay became much more very, very quickly. Love is a very, very dangerous thing, especially for someone that acts as a death god, a reaper, and who sits on a demon's leash. Haruichi is off limits to them, until he dies a very natural death at a ripe old age and gets reaped by someone far kinder with a more idyllic location in mind, but Kuramochi was an unexpected.
Ryousuke loves him, and, rather than let him die, risks that important everything just to keep him alive when he has that second brush with death. It's complicated, he doesn't like the unpleasantly pleasant feelings that come with thinking about him, being with him, but the thought of losing him quickly became just as painful as thinking about losing his brother.
It's why, once he senses his soul leaving his body, he practically kicks down the door to the room that he knows, knows knows knows, Youichi is in, ready to tear through whatever is there to breathe life back into him. But instead, he winds up sitting there in the middle of a rune trap, fingers threaded together so tight his knuckles turn white as he presses his fists to his mouth and just stares, for seven hours, at this foolish idiot that's deigned to kill himself and risk his immortal soul for a shinigami that started their relationship simply because he was bored and the mortal he'd come across reacted so hilariously (and charmingly) to every little tease he said.
And then, after seven excruciating hours, he doesn't need Kuramochi's swearing to know that he's done it. That ink-like feeling that comes with a demonic presence bleeds out of him, and he stares a wide-eyed stare at him as the pressure from the runes completely dissipates from him. It's like a lock suddenly being unlocked, and it's only sheer shock that keeps him from getting to his feet right away. But once it all hits him, like a freight train with a bright, ringing laugh, Ryousuke is on his feet and lunging at him, likely to the additional shock of the rest of the room. ] Youichi!
TOTALLY FINE
it's gone. it's fixed. he barely processes it as ryousuke breaks free of miyuki's (admittedly very good) devil trap and lunges at him, because suddenly all he cares about is the fact that ryo-san is okay and that kuramochi's still clutching his contract in his hand.
he wheezes when ryousuke makes contact--he's not heavy but his body is still reeling from shock, and it's all kuramochi can do to pick up an arm and wrap it around his shoulder, pull him into the shitty chair with him and hold on tight. and then--and then he grins. kuramochi grins like a fucking hyena because it's what he always does, and he's exhausted and achy and in an unbelievable amount of pain but
when he lifts his hand in front of ryousuke's face to show him the contract, it's nothing but embers and ashes. a broken demon's contract, by sheer brute force--by love a little, maybe, because people do crazy things when they're in love, and what kuramochi just did could 100% be defined as crazy. ]
Ryo-san. [ he says, because it says more than "i did it" and "you're free" and "i love you" which are three things he wants to blurt out all at once. he did it for him, he did it for haruichi, because these two kominatos ensnared him tight--like his family. and he'd do it again. he'd do it a thousand times if it meant ryo-san would be cut free from his leash. ]
HEAVES
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seriously fucking timelines rn
At least he was smarter than the demon, in the end. He's not particularly thrilled about being stuck on the leash that he is, essentially hell's attack dog in lieu of the sulfurous hellhounds they send out for more difficult cases, but Haruichi is alive. Rather than burying him next to their parents, he gets to see him every day, gets to watch him grow into himself further and slowly rise from the shadow that he's been trailing along in for years now.
Every now and then, he winds up dealing with a longer day than usual. He's usually sent out after people who break contracts or whose times are up, but there are the occasional souls that he collects outside of these situations. It's just natural, part of him being what he's become, so he doesn't really question it that much. Instead, he just does his job and gets them going where they need to go. So after chasing down someone that tried to skip out on their side of the bargain, he'd been intending to head to a dive bar to get a few drinks and people watch before heading home. But he'd been attracted to the sensation of death, the sound of tires screeching on the road and a body hitting the earth. In the end, said body had miraculously not been broken into pieces, and Ryousuke is admittedly impressed as he leans his weight on his baseball bat, gold and orange light stretching out across the stretch of road as he peers down at the biker. He's realized, in his immortality, that humans are both strangely resilient but paradoxically fragile.
It must be fate or something, that this particularly resilient human comes into the bar not long after him. He thinks there's some grass and twigs in his hair, but he can't be sure from where he sits. But he isn't subtle about the fact that he's watching him, cheek propped on his fist as he smiles lazy and easy, his other hand curled around his beer.
Ryousuke knows, too, that he doesn't look like he remotely belongs in this place. There are bikers everywhere, a handful of stupid fratboys that skulked in thinking they were tough, and while he doesn't dress as nice as Haruichi does when he's free to dress how he pleases, it's enough to make him stand out with a sore thumb (if you somehow miss his hair color). ]