[Open] Yes, this means I've off hiatus.

[kwanijima]

WHO:Wanijima Kaito, Jade Curtis and anyone who wants to have a drink and a smoke with the foul mouthed cop.
WHAT:Kaito decides to drink off his disappointment frustration annoyance with his brothers and subordinate.
WHERE:The Tavern
WHEN:Late evening

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[kwanijima]

Kaito had not heard anything about this 'Ta-ta-ru-su' that the other man was talking about. But considering the number of different worlds, dimensions and spaces that had collapsed into this world, he should not be surprised. Taking out his pen, he tore out a page from his journal and spread it out on the counter top between them, his hands sketching a swift but detailed diagram of how he remembered a bazooka to be like.

[kwanijima]

Kaito huffed. Lousy excuse, in his opinion. There were so much other more important things to think about. Duty, survival, just to name a couple. With a kid to take care of and a team to lead, Kaito hardly ever have time to even consider adding someone else into his life. "Maybe for you."

[kwanijima]

"I completely agree," Kaito held up his glass. Childish illusions ought to be broken out of as soon as possible. The earlier one learns that the world and life in general sucks, the earlier one learns to deal with it, both emotionally and otherwise. "A toast to that?"

[kwanijima]

To strangers in bar indeed. Kaito smiled. Well, all things considered, it had not been a terribly bad night out.

[kwanijima]

On normal days, Kaito would never dream of taking out his gun in a bar that he had never been to before, and showing it to a man that he had not even spoken to until that day. Just as well this was not a normal day, since that was exactly what he did.

Reaching to the holster on his side, the police officer removed his gun from where he kept it and released the barrel, tilting two bullets out: one real, and one rubber pellet. After all he did have a bit of a problem with self control when he gets upset. "Which do you want?"

[kwanijima]

That was...unexpected. So unexpected in fact, Kaito wasn't sure if he was about to kiss or kill the man before him. The light was annoying and had hurt his sensitive, albino eyes. But the bullets. Oh whatever. With a grin, he grabbed the bullets out of Jade's hands and pressed his lips against the other man's.

You have to love someone who could provide you with ammo in a place like that. "Could you do mass production?"

[kwanijima]

That was definitely unexpected. Blue eyes widened in shock as Kaito placed his hand on Jade's shoulder, not quite able to decide whether to pull him closer or push him away. Hell, while he had done his share of crazy shit when he was drunk, like singing to Shania Twain and giving quick kisses to his colleagues, this one was quite different.

For one, he never had somebody else's tongue quite that far down his throat before. It was...

"Nnghh..."

Strangely pleasant. Fuck, he was smashed.

[kwanijima]

It had vaguely occurred to Kaito then that he was in a strange universe, in a strange bar and being pawed by a strange man. None of which were things he would do back at home. (For one, he lived in very close quarters with his baby brother and disappearing off for the night or bringing one-night stands home were not an option. At all.) But he wasn't at home. And frankly, all things considered, the combination of his isolation due to recent events and the mind-boggling realization that the hands on him were not trying to hurt him was a very attractive concept.

To hell with it, he finally decided, kissing back clumsily while trying to slip the bullets into his pocket. Not having his hands clenched into fists over those pesky little things would be helpful, Kaito assumed.