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Everything was grand, Ryohei dropped a killer smile as he disappeared to the bar leaving Kaito watching him just momentarily as he left. Jojo was in the street, had noticed him and was...
Not coming in. Kaito pouted.
Bad.
Bad Jojo.
Drunk Kaito frowned as his best friend tried to wander off in the street. Was Jojo
always so grumpy? Shit. Was
he always that grumpy? God. What a maudlin man he was. Kaito's hands slid down the glass window. Well. No, that just wouldn't do. How very darest Jojo.
The jounin moved through the busy bar. His Captain had said go and fetch and to drunken Kaito that meant he had a job to do. Go and fetch. No running on Jojo's half would stop him following. He kicked the door open with his black trainer, only staggering slightly as the door gave way easier than he thought it would have. Just a miscalculation.
Down the little pathway to the bar and Kaito would stop in the street with a slight frown. Which way did Jojo go again? He looked left and then right. It would be very obvious to the chuunin that Kaito was beyond usual levels of drunk, but not the kind of drunk he had been when he had been scraping glass off the floor in the street. It was a happy, mischievous drunk that denoted the upturn in Kaito's social life.
The jounin, dressed in his civilian getup, looked nothing like a capable killer. He teetered slightly before turning right to the direction Jojo was hurriedly rushing in.
"Souzouteki Jojo, don't you make me chase you!" he shouted down the street loudly, not seeming to mind the people that stopped to look at him as he swayed on the spot.
Then, with surprising finesse, he would move down the street towards Jojo. And if Jojo was too busy being horrified he had been shouted at down the street Kaito would approach his friend with a drunken, toothy grin.
"Where ya goin'?" he would ask before catching sight of Jojo's lovelorn face, his scarred hands slapped to either side of Jojo's cheeks (not so hard as to hurt, but enough to shock Jojo into realising how truly wasted Kaito was). Blue eyes that were out of focus looked at Jojo.
"What's this face? I don't get it. What do? Why?" he queried. Before he even gave Jojo the chance to respond, he would be wrapping one arm around Jojo's shoulder very over-affectionately to what Kaito would usually offer. And then Kaito was dragging Jojo back down the street, prattling about promotions and movements and things he probably shouldn't have been telling Jojo but did anyway.
"Sit, sit," Kaito ushered, more or less pushing Jojo into a chair. Kaito slumped back down into his chair, lifted his beer and downed it in a few gulps before looking back at Jojo with a squint.
"I might not be a good, uh, what'sam'callit... a- a- " he struggled to find the word until suddenly, like a lightbulb going off he realised what he was looking for,
"a socialiser! But I know when my best friend has something on his mind, what is it?" Kaito's hand would move to take Ryohei's drink while Jojo responded to him, taking a sip as he watched Jojo. But as the other spoke Kaito's attention would be attracted to the bar. Ryohei was there, Kaito approved of the sight... but then noticed someone speaking to him. The raven tilted his head curiously. And then, without understanding why he needed to make a point of it, raised his finger to point over Jojo's shoulder at the woman.
"Who is that?" he said huffily, a slither of jealousy that was most unusual for Kaito to come snaking out of what had been his happy voice. Whatever Jojo had been saying momentarily would be forgotten as Kaito stood up, disregarding whatever Jojo had to say to him or even if he told him not to worry. His heart told him to get up and interject in the conversation that was quite simply taking Ryohei far too long.
Moving across the bar Kaito would come to a halt with Ryohei leaning against the bar smirking at the woman... and looking at her 'necklace' and the woman paying just as much attention back. Kaito wouldn't know it, but he felt jealous and it showed on his face as he looked between the two with a raised eyebrow. And then, spectacularly, Kaito did something he would never do sober.
A hand wrapped around Ryohei's waist, assuming the man still had a hold on their drinks, and he would tug at the other stepping in the woman's way and dashing her dreams.
"He's mine, go find someone else," a jealous and petulant drunk remark if ever there was one. The hand would still remain wrapped around Ryohei's waist as Kaito pulled him back to the table, side glancing the woman with an irritated glare before returning his attention to Jojo and Ryo as they arrived back at the table.
