Tell me the reality is better than the dream...

[notafuckingcar]

Day: 33
Characters: Subaru Sumeragi [notafuckingcar] and Shira [cut_em_open], later joined by Momiji Fujimiya [justasacrifice]
Summary: "Morality is herd instinct in the individual." ~Nietzsche
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day, first rec
Status: closed, incomplete

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[cut_em_open]

Shira watched the boy curiously as he took the bottle so carefully, as if it was more than just a goddamn bottle of booze. He couldn't for the life of him tell what exactly was going on in the kid's head. For some reason, perhaps because of that disturbingly dead glance in those mismatched eyes, it bothered him. It irritated him deep within, but it was a powerless irritation that came without the desire to, as usually, bash Subaru's head in out of frustration. And so, Shira just leant back, watched Subaru with lazy wariness in his eye and his head turned, and then suddenly laughed, harsh and rough like a bark.

"Whoa there, whoa..." Chuckling raspily, Shira reached out and took the bottle back from Subaru carefully. No need to spill the good stuff.

"Ain't used to that, eh, kiddo?" he asked with a patronising, but at the same time supportive amusement. "Look."

He took another sip, slowly, demonstrating the amount to Subaru clearly. After he had swallowed and put the bottle down to wipe his mouth, he looked back at the younger man. "There, that's how ya do it. Lil' bit at once, first take it in yer mouth, taste it, swallow carefully. Burns yer throat right off, huh? But that's what the good stuff does, man, believe me. Makes ya feel real good in a while. Feels warm, hey?" With a rough, dry laugh, he patted Subaru on the shoulder and then reached down to hand him the bottle again. "Makes yer cheeks flush like some kid who got a good look at a ho's soft parts, heheh!"