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Who: Gin, Izuru
What: Gin invites Izuru for a stroll, only to bring him to the bar.
When: After this thread.
Where: From the front of the apartment to the bar.
Warnings: Intoxication to come.
By all means, he was stumped. Izuru had been contemplating what to do with Gin once they met up at the rendezvous point - the front of the apartment - but nothing had come to mind during his short trip down the stairs. All he could think of doing was taking a stroll and having a peaceful, enjoyable conversation. At this point he found himself to be a boring person and hoped that Gin had ideas of his own.
He scoffed. Gin had clearly expressed the saying that two heads were better than one, and Izuru had miserably failed his part. This was like a replay of the Tanabata Festival when he had been incapable of choosing a stand to visit without some form of guidance.
Well, he reasoned; the silver-haired man was full of surprises and utterly unpredictable. He could probably find a way to keep the two of them busy for the entire week if he chose to. But it was highly likely that it would be amusing for Gin while being silly torture for the blond.
He was going to have to think of something to do, and fast.
Unfortunately, his brain was refusing to be compliant.
What: Gin invites Izuru for a stroll, only to bring him to the bar.
When: After this thread.
Where: From the front of the apartment to the bar.
Warnings: Intoxication to come.
By all means, he was stumped. Izuru had been contemplating what to do with Gin once they met up at the rendezvous point - the front of the apartment - but nothing had come to mind during his short trip down the stairs. All he could think of doing was taking a stroll and having a peaceful, enjoyable conversation. At this point he found himself to be a boring person and hoped that Gin had ideas of his own.
He scoffed. Gin had clearly expressed the saying that two heads were better than one, and Izuru had miserably failed his part. This was like a replay of the Tanabata Festival when he had been incapable of choosing a stand to visit without some form of guidance.
Well, he reasoned; the silver-haired man was full of surprises and utterly unpredictable. He could probably find a way to keep the two of them busy for the entire week if he chose to. But it was highly likely that it would be amusing for Gin while being silly torture for the blond.
He was going to have to think of something to do, and fast.
Unfortunately, his brain was refusing to be compliant.