[ with Rokurou in on the joke, his amusement blooms bigger, held up by the effervescence of liquored giddiness. the grin on his face is mischievous and cheeky, but also timid and unused, a bit gormless. normally he would mock and refuse Rokurou's humor, but the ambiance and the drink have him feeling magnanimous. downright cheery. ]
Such a prude. [ so begins the game of Guanshan continuing to make inebriated grabs for Rokurou's waistline only to be smacked away with instincts he doubts will ever be whiskey-soaked enough to be bested, laughing all the while. balance is a precarious thing, further incited by tumult sands, bettered when their wrestling, bracketed arms allow him some level of support. ]
Promise I'll clean it off by the end'a the night. [ whether Rokurou has heard that indeed the body paint only comes off with another body's fluid is irrelevant to his suggestion, but it does make it incredibly literal. ]
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Such a prude. [ so begins the game of Guanshan continuing to make inebriated grabs for Rokurou's waistline only to be smacked away with instincts he doubts will ever be whiskey-soaked enough to be bested, laughing all the while. balance is a precarious thing, further incited by tumult sands, bettered when their wrestling, bracketed arms allow him some level of support. ]
Promise I'll clean it off by the end'a the night. [ whether Rokurou has heard that indeed the body paint only comes off with another body's fluid is irrelevant to his suggestion, but it does make it incredibly literal. ]