Reno could point out that Kakihara was gone longer than it took to take a piss (unless he was passing a kidney stone or something) or question him about why he's being so defensive. As it stands, however, Reno's just far too tired, not even having the energy to really protest against Kakihara's attempts to move him beyond not cooperating at all and then just flopping on his chest once he's close enough.
"Mm, you smell like cigarettes... and coffee." There's a long pause while he, in his tired haze, seems perfectly content to leave it at that and he slips his arms around Kakihara and attempts to move into a more comfortable position.
Then it dawns on him. Albeit, very slowly. If Kakihara smelled like coffee, then he'd been around it. Maybe even... had some to drink, that son of a-- Sitting up abruptly, he narrows his eyes to look down at him. But the smell's coming from somewhere else and it's a lot stronger than he'd thought it was originally. Reno looks around to spot the pot and the mugs to his side and... there's no way to express his surprise other than a startled laugh. "...You bastard."
Kakihara hums quietly as Reno moves in closer, and shivers at his breath against his skin as he breathes his scent. Maybe sleeping for a short while more would be alright. He starts to put his arms around him, despite what he just said about him smelling like coffee, but before he can close them around, Reno practically flies out of them. Oh great. That look. He smiles up smugly from his comfy place on the pillows and watches him look around. When Reno spots the coffee he chuckles and raises his hands up with a shrug.
"What? I have no idea where that came from. You're dreaming, you crazy bastard, and you dragged me in again." He rests his hands on his chest and threads his fingers together. Hopefully Reno didn't need anything for it, because he hadn't traded for anything else. Regardless, seeing his reaction to just having coffee to begin with is pretty pleasing. Kakihara turns over onto his side and rests against his elbow, placing his other hand on Reno's back. "There's plenty of it. I traded with two people."
He didn't really need to know how much he traded. He doesn't bother to bring that up, considering it was in cigarettes, but at least with Neferti he'd only given him two out of courtesy for giving him the coffee in advance. Who knows how much Reno has pilfered and traded to Shinji in the past anyway- it all went to the same place. His lungs or theirs.
"Hurry up and pour me some, you're terrible. It's getting cold."
"Mm, you smell like cigarettes... and coffee." There's a long pause while he, in his tired haze, seems perfectly content to leave it at that and he slips his arms around Kakihara and attempts to move into a more comfortable position.
Then it dawns on him. Albeit, very slowly. If Kakihara smelled like coffee, then he'd been around it. Maybe even... had some to drink, that son of a-- Sitting up abruptly, he narrows his eyes to look down at him. But the smell's coming from somewhere else and it's a lot stronger than he'd thought it was originally. Reno looks around to spot the pot and the mugs to his side and... there's no way to express his surprise other than a startled laugh. "...You bastard."
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"What? I have no idea where that came from. You're dreaming, you crazy bastard, and you dragged me in again." He rests his hands on his chest and threads his fingers together. Hopefully Reno didn't need anything for it, because he hadn't traded for anything else. Regardless, seeing his reaction to just having coffee to begin with is pretty pleasing. Kakihara turns over onto his side and rests against his elbow, placing his other hand on Reno's back. "There's plenty of it. I traded with two people."
He didn't really need to know how much he traded. He doesn't bother to bring that up, considering it was in cigarettes, but at least with Neferti he'd only given him two out of courtesy for giving him the coffee in advance. Who knows how much Reno has pilfered and traded to Shinji in the past anyway- it all went to the same place. His lungs or theirs.
"Hurry up and pour me some, you're terrible. It's getting cold."
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