Mad Comic Dialogue Throwback Post (Alot of Sasara and Samatoki broship within >>)

[boutdatlife]

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[boutdatlife]

[Samatoki for once is not in the office, he does not know where Ichiro, Kuko, and Sasara are. Though he did send the latter a text not too long ago and expects he'll be showing up right around the time he gets dinner on the table. Nemu is out with friends, not that he likes this but it's good for her and so he lets it ride. Probably one of the reasons he reached out to Sasara, if nothing else it's a distraction for his head. The hard part is, he knows Nemu is at an age to want more than just friends with people and he is not ready to face these things.

So instead he's got beers in the fridge, fried rice going on the stove, a cigarette burning in the ashtray on the table where he sat it down to finish the meal prep. The door isn't unlocked, but Sasara knows the code, so he can let himself on in.]

[whosaysdajare]

[ Always such a tough guy, Samatoki! Sasara'll call it wearing him down, from texts to inviting him for dinner. On the outside he's still about as rough as the first time they met and he can't laugh at a joke honestly. Yet...! Well, among the few things Sasara leaves unspoken is that he appreciates it all, spending an evening, whether at the office or at the dinner table—serving his puns to Samatoki's darling sister who's growing up with a sense of humor unlike her big brother. Opening the door to announce himself with: ]

I'm home~

[ It means a little more than just getting a rise out of Samatoki, a little less than really thinking it... Is a lot nicer than saying it to the empty apartment he's renting.

Sasara toes his shoes off in the entryway, then makes his way to the kitchen, can hear something sizzling in a pan as he makes his way. He has a plastic bag in his hand that he sets one the table as soon as. It's dessert, three slices of strawberry cream roll cake. ]

A-haa! [ Yes, his stomach's rumbling. ] Just on time.

[boutdatlife]

[Sasara will call it what he will, in fact, that greeting as he enters the apartment is met with little more than a scoff from the Yakuza. If the faintest edge of his lip betrayed an upturn it doesn't matter, no one but him to see it while the other is busy taking his shoes off at the door.

Nemu will hopefully have the chance to be everything he couldn't, to have a sense of humor, to finish school, live normal without the Yakuza to command her. She is better than him in every way if one were to ask him and the more she grows, the stronger, the better she becomes, it's a mixture of pride, pain and fear when it comes to his little sister.]

Tch, dumbass...

[He grumbles it but at the same time, snags two of the beers from the fridge, setting them, and the rice up to be served in the middle of the table.]

Ya always make it on time where foods concerned.

[He's taking his seat, there are already plates and utensils, they are good to go to sit down and enjoy the meal.]

[whosaysdajare]

[ Until he finally sees something like that for real, Sasara'll just imagine the out of view smirk, the unheard huff of amusement. Hope lasts 'til last, ya know! And, anyway, someone like him needs an opponent who's on the same side yet.

He takes the other seat, or one of, undaunted by Samatoki's grumbling, reassured by actions louder than those mutterings. That way, it's also hard to miss the set up just for two—opposite three servings of dessert Sasara thought to pick up—the warm cigarette sitting in the ashtray instead of having been banished to the balcony. ]

Mmh? What about Nemu-chan?

[ He starts scooping some rice for himself. Sasara can guess. She's growing up, despite Samatoki's wishes. ]

She's goin' out tonight?

[boutdatlife]

[that's the thing, he may not see it but at this time in their lives, Sasara knows him well enough that what he imagines is probably too close to what is really happening to leave Samatoki feeling comfortable. Cautious with who he lets in, somehow Sasara just has a way about him.

He won't say it, but it's nice to not sit down to eat alone. He'd probably be in front of the television, stewing with every bite about what Nemu is up to.]

Yeah, she already left.

[he does not sound happy about it as he pops the tops on both beers, waiting till Sasara is done he helps himself to some food, they'll have to save the dessert for her. It's obvious her brother made enough rice for leftovers as well, just in case, she may be hungry when she gets home.]

Said she's goin' out with some of her girl friends, better not be any boys around, I'll choke 'em.

[whosaysdajare]

[ Few things Sasara seems to leave unspoken. But how it's nice to have company at this hour instead of sitting in a quiet apartment only filled by distant chatter from the TV, he agrees with that, silently. It ain't healthy, and he'll say he cares about Samatoki's health in that sense.

Alcohol and smoking are something else. Sasara takes to pouring the beer into a glass while he makes his threats. ]

O-oh, scary!

[ Sasara says so, but as always he doesn't make a face to match his "fright". Nemu's got her big brother all whipped up like cream! When it comes to that, though... She's growing up, whether or not Samatoki wants her to, but not without him. He won't point it out, rub it in now just like that, of course. ]

Nemu-chan's got her pretty head on right. She ain't just gonna fall into the arms of the next guy that talks to her, let herself get whisked away in a horse-drawn carriage, ya know?