[ ryouma just laughs and tries to swat izō's hand away, but he eventually just ends up laying down on his side like he likes to and props his head up on his hand. ]
Yeah, yeah. I should maybe try somethin' like sleepin'. Got places t' be before noon t'morrow. How'd that happen..?
[ like an actual job??? it's not like he has to directly report anywhere or anything but he does have to keep appointments. he hates appointments. ]
Oi. Izō. When ya—... when y' explain this—. [ and he gestures between them. ] —t' them, what're ya gonna call it?
[ he's relaxed and not really thinking about it. he thinks he's asking a dumb question and not that it could also sound like he's asking izō to define... this. he laughs again. ]
... Jus' a drunk dumbass ya hang out with sometimes?
[ Izō stares at him long and hard. Is he being serious right now? It's hard to tell. Defining their relationship at all is ... difficult. It's not like his little group tells each other of the ins and outs of their particulars, just who they can expect to see around. That's just the way they do things.
He's drunk enough that he will answer the question instead of telling Ryouma to get bent instead. ]
Yer a fuckbuddy. Friend with benefits. [ He shrugs. ] A guy who knows me too damn well that I fuck sometimes.
[ a non-commital sound and then he rolls over and scoots closer because he's beyond moving around like a normal person and he just wants to be close so he can pull izō down into another, more suggestive kiss than the one he'd been given. ]
S'fine with me. Good t' know ya still get t' fuck me sometimes.
[ he cares about more than that, of course, but he's also stupid. ]
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Yeah, yeah. I should maybe try somethin' like sleepin'. Got places t' be before noon t'morrow. How'd that happen..?
[ like an actual job??? it's not like he has to directly report anywhere or anything but he does have to keep appointments. he hates appointments. ]
Oi. Izō. When ya—... when y' explain this—. [ and he gestures between them. ] —t' them, what're ya gonna call it?
[ he's relaxed and not really thinking about it. he thinks he's asking a dumb question and not that it could also sound like he's asking izō to define... this. he laughs again. ]
... Jus' a drunk dumbass ya hang out with sometimes?
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He's drunk enough that he will answer the question instead of telling Ryouma to get bent instead. ]
Yer a fuckbuddy. Friend with benefits. [ He shrugs. ] A guy who knows me too damn well that I fuck sometimes.
[ He breathes a laugh through his nose. ]
That good enough for ya?
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[ a non-commital sound and then he rolls over and scoots closer because he's beyond moving around like a normal person and he just wants to be close so he can pull izō down into another, more suggestive kiss than the one he'd been given. ]
S'fine with me. Good t' know ya still get t' fuck me sometimes.
[ he cares about more than that, of course, but he's also stupid. ]
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Not tonight. I'm goin' th' fuck home.
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Yeah, yeah. Yer loss anyway~
[ how could anyone resist this man sprawled out drunk on the floor? he's probably going to just sleep this off anyway. ]