[ he had only been gone for a few minutes. five, at the most, though two is far more likely, given how little he wished to have left the other's side in the first place. but it had felt important, at least at the time, that he prove to sylus somehow that he could — provide?? something — and somehow that translated into being able to pay for some snacks. he is all but a single rank beneath the man, but somehow it was enough to instill in oushi a deep desire to make sure sylus didn't think that made him the kind of partner that couldn't pull his weight around or... something.
honestly, he isn't entirely sure where a lot of this is coming from. perhaps not necessarily the feelings themselves, for none of them were particularly new or foreign to oushi, but moreso the need to act upon them. all he knows is — ever since some game booth attendant had shoved a token into his hand, and he met sylus' eyes across the way, he had felt the intense need to prove himself.
somehow, that translates to purchasing the pair of them snacks in the form of some katsubo senbei. something light and relatively inoffensive, just in case sylus found himself particularly picky about japanese food. but as he crosses the short distance back to where he had left sylus, a cracker in each hand, he finds himself pausing at the sight of the other man bowing his head low to speak to someone... someone oushi can't recognize, with their back to him, and with his eyes rooted on the large hand that sylus had placed on the arm of the other. he can't hear what they say to each other, but the other person takes their leave soon enough, finally spurring oushi back into movement. a few swift strides and he's back in sylus' space, brow furrowed low and lips pulled into a thin frown. the plastic wrapping of the crackers crinkle loudly as he searches sylus' face for — anything. a blush, a lipstick print, any sign at all that might illuminate him on what had just transpired. ]
sylus.
honestly, he isn't entirely sure where a lot of this is coming from. perhaps not necessarily the feelings themselves, for none of them were particularly new or foreign to oushi, but moreso the need to act upon them. all he knows is — ever since some game booth attendant had shoved a token into his hand, and he met sylus' eyes across the way, he had felt the intense need to prove himself.
somehow, that translates to purchasing the pair of them snacks in the form of some katsubo senbei. something light and relatively inoffensive, just in case sylus found himself particularly picky about japanese food. but as he crosses the short distance back to where he had left sylus, a cracker in each hand, he finds himself pausing at the sight of the other man bowing his head low to speak to someone... someone oushi can't recognize, with their back to him, and with his eyes rooted on the large hand that sylus had placed on the arm of the other. he can't hear what they say to each other, but the other person takes their leave soon enough, finally spurring oushi back into movement. a few swift strides and he's back in sylus' space, brow furrowed low and lips pulled into a thin frown. the plastic wrapping of the crackers crinkle loudly as he searches sylus' face for — anything. a blush, a lipstick print, any sign at all that might illuminate him on what had just transpired. ]
Who were you talking to?