That's... the Number Nine, yes? Very well, I'll give it a try!
[ because he's not paying!!
once he's got his drink, he takes a sip... and looks thoughtfully at the glass with a furrowed brow for a long while as if he's trying to place exactly what the flavor is. ]
No, no, it tastes precisely like that sip halfway through a bottle of ramune (original flavor) while you have a strawberry milk candy in your mouth and while there's still a lingering hint of the spicy garlic instant ramen you finished ten minutes ago!
[ pulls his heart straw (that i have decided he is now carrying with him at all times for spontaneous drink opportunities) out of his drink and sticks it into rynlan's instead, pushing his own drink over in exchange as he takes a sip.
There's nothing wrong with my tongue! If this what your Sunkist wine tastes like, then it just so happens to taste like strawberry milk ramune featuring chili and monosodium glutamate!
[sometimes love potion is just arguing until you kiss about it! i forgot earlier but if he's grabbing him by the collar there's definitely a necklace there that he wasn't wearing before today. whatever is on the chain is tucked under his robes, though.
anyway, he certainly doesn't object-- just shifts to face him properly, taking hold of the front of his shirt to keep him there. if anything, he's more annoyed that mephisto can say he made a move first, so he'll be damned if he just takes it.]
[ rynlan can probably feel mephisto's lips turning up in amusement when he's grabbed in return, as if he's the one who might get cold feet about something like this. it is my great displeasure to inform you that he is actually very well-practiced and good at this, so ri fucking p.
whenever they break apart — even if this is hell, this is a public bar and he's a gentleman, so he's not going to take it too far — the long tongue that was being insulted a few moments ago runs slowly along his lips before he puts it away.
mm, tastes like spicy, salty, strawberry milk-infused ramune.
he's had plenty of practice himself, but there's maybe a slight, stifled little noise of surprise when he realizes that so has mephisto-- who the hell has been kissing this man? what's wrong with them?
well. the same thing that's wrong with him, apparently, since he's adding himself to the list. ugh. and if his eyes linger a little on that gesture-- no they don't.]
[huffs... he picks up his drink to finish it off, reaching up to try to toy idly with the ahoge. what kind of hairdo is this. how is it doing that. why.]
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Surprisingly good, actually. Seems we really are getting a better selection now-- try one, tell me what you think.
[he's very pleased about it... thank the void they're not stuck with shitty gross beer forever.]
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That's... the Number Nine, yes? Very well, I'll give it a try!
[ because he's not paying!!
once he's got his drink, he takes a sip... and looks thoughtfully at the glass with a furrowed brow for a long while as if he's trying to place exactly what the flavor is. ]
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Oh—! This is incredible!
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[he doesn't sound Too put off, though, just taking another drink from his own glass with a pleased little hum.]
It doesn't look like it at all, but I could swear it tastes exactly like the Suntouched estate's wine.
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[what do these words mEAN. his brows furrow, and he pushes his glass over to mephisto.]
Don't be ridiculous-- take this and let me try yours.
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[ pulls his heart straw (that i have decided he is now carrying with him at all times for spontaneous drink opportunities) out of his drink and sticks it into rynlan's instead, pushing his own drink over in exchange as he takes a sip.
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This is exactly what I just described!!
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It's exactly what I described! Whatever you're talking about couldn't possibly taste like this, there's something wrong with your tongue!
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Suntouched, you horrible little-- it's not my fault if your palate can't handle a delicate infusion of crystallized mana!
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Well, it's not my fault that you can't accept that your delicate crystallized mana tastes like a 300 yen purchase from a convenience store!!
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Obviously your diet's ruined your sense of taste!
[he doesn't know what yen or convenience stores are, but he can tell it's supposed to be cheap, which: fuck you!!]
Not that you have taste in any other sense, but the point stands!
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Oh I don't, do I?
[ also leaning in....... ]
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[honestly!
and of course, not to be outdone, he leans in a bit further as well. the hair tendrils wiggle, a bit.]
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...and pulls him in for a kiss. what do you think of his taste now?! ]
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anyway, he certainly doesn't object-- just shifts to face him properly, taking hold of the front of his shirt to keep him there. if anything, he's more annoyed that mephisto can say he made a move first, so he'll be damned if he just takes it.]
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whenever they break apart — even if this is hell, this is a public bar and he's a gentleman, so he's not going to take it too far — the long tongue that was being insulted a few moments ago runs slowly along his lips before he puts it away.
mm, tastes like spicy, salty, strawberry milk-infused ramune.
(or sun-whatever, he guesses.) ]
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he's had plenty of practice himself, but there's maybe a slight, stifled little noise of surprise when he realizes that so has mephisto-- who the hell has been kissing this man? what's wrong with them?
well. the same thing that's wrong with him, apparently, since he's adding himself to the list. ugh. and if his eyes linger a little on that gesture-- no they don't.]
...still tastes exactly the same to me.
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Same.
But, you know, 300 yen convenience store meals are my favorite.
[ idk why he's saying this like it's a compliment when it's the fucking drink that tastes that way but sure ]
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[huffs... he picks up his drink to finish it off, reaching up to try to toy idly with the ahoge. what kind of hairdo is this. how is it doing that. why.]
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he takes his drink back and sips through his straw, raising his eyebrows slightly to look up at the hand on his hair. ]
It has a certain unique charm, don't you think?
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[he lets it sproing one more time before he stops, he just wanted to touch.]
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[ meanwhile he's going to be reaching to play around with a tendril. ]
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[the tendril seems to react to the stimulus on its own, curling around a finger when it's touched, without his conscious control.]
It does stand out.
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Of course it does. I don't like dull, uninteresting things.
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