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"Your call has been forwarded to the voicemail for, … … ….
No one is available to take your call.
At the tone, please record your message."

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un: gohan

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("We're the same age.")

Like hell we are.

(BIG DOUBT. He highly doubts it.

He takes a half step back but it isn't enough to really get away from Yuuji. Yuuji can probably feel him tense just because... he isn't used to being touched. He isn't used to people really getting close to him. That time with the stupid shivering mochi was an exception.

He looks at his shoulder and then at Yuuji and back at his shoulder and back again and AAAAAH he swats it away. Why is he looking at him like that too? And speaking like that? He mumbles,)

Why're ya being so weird...?

(Gods he doesn't get these types of people and he's quiet for a moment, trying to think a moment... he reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone.)

... We can talk.

(This is his vague attempt at a compromise? he isn't sure if it's going to be good enough or not. He's not a negotiator. That was always Mutsunokami's thing.)

I don't care if you're an adult, you know.

[ that's an understatement, yuuji.

still holding into his concern over that boy's safety, the sorcerer allowed his hand to linger where it was before he slowly pulled back, still staying close to hizen. he was expecting another 'go home' and further dismissal of his efforts to reach out to him, but—

the other is trying now? perhaps they can find a middle ground. that's when yuuji regarded the phone, a bit confused before he nodded. ]

I guess ... [ he felt bad to burden hizen on carrying out a whole conversation while he goes out drinking— it felt too much to ask. hesitantly, clearly he doesn't like it, but he's trying to loosen up even when yuuji will worry himself sick and— ]

... Just text me when you reach home safe. Can you promise me that?

(... There sure is a misunderstanding here but he doesn't want to correct it right now. The goal is to get rid of Yuuji, not get him to stick around longer.

He still doesn't get why Yuuji cares so much. It's weird to him. It really makes him feel kind of bad for not indulging him? Ugh. Realizing he feels like just annoys him, though. Even after centuries, there's this vague urge to spoiled kicked puppies. Still, he's relieved when Yuuji relents. He puts his phone down and nods.)

... Yeah. (He can do that much. It's easy and simple but what he says next still feels heavy and serious,) I can promise.

(Because promises are special. When you make one, you don't break it.)

You too. (...) 'kay?

[ — and yuuji felt genuinely reassured by it, lips curling up into a weary smile. it didn't feel great to let hizen wander at such a late hour by himself, but they shall leave it on this small settlement.

he nods as well, sighing afterward. ]

I promise. But, seriously, thank you for helping me out. I'll let you know when we can set up that dinner date.

[ yeah, that's happening. it wasn't some casual chat, but another promise. he turns to the side, giving his friend a lazy wave. ]

Don't drink too much!

Hm.

(He just makes like, a vague sound in acknowledgment. No, he will not wave. Instead, he just shoves his phone back into the front pocket of his hoodie and turns on his heel. He sure is going to swing by a convenience store and stock up on snacks and drinks. )