[CLOSED] Celebration Time, COME ON!

[drakenguard]

Who: Yamato Hotsuin and Shura demifemme
Where: Taurus Ward
When: Night on the day of Shura's Tournament Match
Summary: Celebratory night out on one of Yamato's rare days off
Warnings: Taurus ward so...yes.

The sky was completely dark at this time in the early evening, and the temperature was dropping with each passing minute. Yamato was not in his usual long coat, but instead in a warm looking winter coat with a thick, pale coloured scarf topping the ensemble. His JP's uniform was mostly for show, not for warmth, and he didn't do too well in the cold.

He was standing on the edge of the Taurus Ward, looking as severe as usual. He was ten minutes early for his and Shura's meeting time, waiting beneath a tall looking street lamp. He didn't look impatient, and actually seemed to be lost in thought, gazing up at the dark sky with his arms crossed over his chest.

Hm, it was even starting to snow a little...

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[demifemme]

"Isn't having an ideal a feeling in itself?" she asked half to herself.

[drakenguard]

"I suppose," Yamato said after a pause. "It's ambition, and even then it carries emotional motivations behind it. A passion to see it achieved, a certainty of being correct, a craving for freedom it would give..."

Maybe he had too much. His tongue was much too loose tonight.

"Hah, so yes, an ideal can count as an emotion, if you want to look at it that way."

[demifemme]

Shura finished her glass, looking pensive.

"... y'know, I have no idea where I was going with that. Just remember not to be an asshole. That sounds important." Nod nod.

[drakenguard]

Yamato smiled a little. "That will be tricky. Asshole is my permanent state of being according to some."

[demifemme]

"They're liars," Shura said with a firm nod. She then looked at her glass. "... how many is this?"

[drakenguard]

Yamato muffled his laughter - he was certain they weren't lying - but let it slide. "I believe it's your third one. Don't tell me you're beginning to feel the effects already?"

[demifemme]

"Well, I am beginning to feel pretty warm," she said, pulling on the collar of her Tshirt. "It is strong alcohol after all." And Shura was tired from her match.

[drakenguard]

Yamato lifted his glass up to his lips, letting out a low cough of what sounded like "lightweight".

[demifemme]

"I'm sorry?" she asked, tuning to him. "Did I just hear a 'yes, Shura, I will carry your overaffectionate self back to your apartment once you're drunk'?"

[drakenguard]

Yamato snorted into his drink, sounding amused. "Haha! You wish. I'm afraid that if you get drunk, you will have to find your own way home - or stumble into the waiting arms of a voluptuous waitress. Either or," he said, lowering his glass. "I'm a cruel man."

[demifemme]

"You're a bad, bad friend, my friend," she says right before ordering some water.

[drakenguard]

Well his threat got Shura to drink a bit more sensibly, so he took the comment with a small shrug of his shoulders. "Well, I'm certainly not good."

[demifemme]

"We'll get there eventually," she said with a small grin.