kotetsuhaga:

     kotetsu claps his hands together, “that’s what i’m talking about, alright!” he gets up as well, heading toward his new room to grab for his own belongings (just his wallet and his copy of the key, just in case) before meeting izumo back out by the door.

     “i don’t know, what do you suggest? your the local, izu. as long as it’s got some music and good whiskey, i’m pretty sure i’ll like it.” kotetsu opens the door for his friend, closing it and locking it behind them on his way out. 

    he trails behind kotetsu, casting a final glance at the door behind them as it closes. this is familiar, somehow– he falls into step alongside his friend like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “well, you know me,” he clicks his tongue, dry. “i still don’t get out much, but. i know a few places.”

   izumo pushes open the front door of the building once they’ve made their way down the stairs and through the lobby, lip held between his teeth in thought. “are you hungry? there’s a bar that serves up a wicked shepherd’s pie.”