“nah man, i’m too pumped! i’ve always wanted to do this, you know?” it just took him a lot longer than others. izumo left their small town right after school. kotetsu stayed behind. now, hes out, ready to start a new chapter in his life. one that involved his yoga instructor best friend and delicate pastries.
brows furrow in slightly confusion, “i don’t want to really pick up anyone…i was thinking more along the lines of the best places to get a good drink. it’s the city! you gotta show me around.” the last thing he needs right now is a girl coming back to his unpacked room and futon.
the pout is persistent. kotetsu even takes on of izumo’s hands and gives it a gentle tug, “c’moooon, i’m buying.”
“well, that’s generally how the term wingman is used.” izumo points out, but there’s no heat behind the words. “alright, alright, i’m coming.” he relents, allowing kotetsu to pull him to a standing position, rolling his shoulders back in a stretch.
“generous as ever.” he deadpans, reaching to nab his wallet and keys from their precarious perch on the cluttered table. “i suppose i’ll take pity on you. what’re you in the mood for?”