NOCT OVERFLOW

[swordhardy]

OVERFLOW & EVENTS

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[bunnycore]

[Noiz has to use every once of restraint to stop himself from glaring at Rokurou. There wasn't anything funny about him! Or the fact that he was clearly still a baby about things like the way alcohol tasted. It was all very serious.

He settled for a bit of an eye roll. He was still buying Noiz a drink, after all. Even if it was in repayment for ... wiping some paint off with his finger. He didn't think about that part super hard, mostly because it didn't feel that weird to him.

Pretending that he liked something strong or sour probably wouldn't do him any favors, so—]

Sweet's fine.

[swordhardy]

[ Yes, all so very very serious. Rokurou smiles even at the eyeroll, pleased to have gotten an answer before leaning up against the bar with a hum of consideration.

Decision made, he orders with the bartender who whips it up pretty quick. Once it's finished he hands it over to Noiz. Deep orange on the bottom to lighter orange ombre on top, garnished with cherries and mint. ]

A screwdriver. My debt is repaid.

[bunnycore]

[Noiz eyes the drink a little dubiously... the color looked okay, at least. Why he's acting like some sort of expert on alcoholic beverages is a mystery, considering that he literally knows nothing at all about it, but he also can't be caught not knowing about something.]

Is it?

[He takes a sip of the screwdriver— it's not bad. Definitely sweet. And he can't complain.

He takes another look at Rokurou's chest, and whatever paint is still left.]

Guess if you just wanna keep looking like that.

[Not like he can talk, he's pretty damn over-painted too.]

[swordhardy]

[ .... well, of course he looks down at his chest when Noiz gives him a critical eye. The magical cartoon dick may mostly smudged off, but he's still smeared in shades of neon. Messy neon, no rhyme or reason to the prints that spackle across chest, collarbone, and stomach in untalented artist's spackle. ]

What? You sayin' I don't look good?

[ I am handsome no matter what I look like, sir. ]

Though I guess blue isn't really my color ...

[ And that's a large part of the neon, isn't it? Decisions, decisions. ]

[bunnycore]

If you want me to take all of that off it'd take a while.

[Noiz is very pointedly staring at his chest now. The way he's looking is almost... analytical? Like, maybe he thinks he looks good, maybe he doesn't, who knows? Maybe he's trying to calculate how much of the paint is actually blue.

He could be.]

You'd have to pay me back another way.

[He continues sipping on his drink while his eyes wander up to catch Rokurou's. He raises an eyebrow. Noiz is still willing to leave this to interpretation, honestly.]