He could feel his face about to freeze from the cold, icy beverage. Doesn't the man know it's night and winter trace is not disappeared completely yet? "I didn't know you could do something trashy apart from trash trashy my poem and poetry?"
Seiran Ryu's diverting of Akatsuki Sora pithy harangue.
Feels to make up, he's volunteering to open up a beverage can's lid. A burst spumescent slowly dissipate. Putting it to Akatsuki Sora's cheek sure is a joke, he can't help but to do it as he feels like and please.
He gives it expecting another gripe since it sound like music to his ears in early spring.
"Thank you. At least, you have ... "
"Do you not like it?"
"It's good to drink milk before you sleep," assented Seiran.
"Do you take me for a kid?" quibble Akatsuki.
"It's good for your health," attested Seiran. Nothing he says but the truth and the fact.
"For an idiotic like you, I'd like to say I prefer warm milk not cold beverage can milk," Akatsuki feels there's a thing he should be specific.
"I also bring along crispy spicy papadum to eat together with a milk. Spicy level can be reduced with milk," disclosed Seiran.
Papadum? Does he get debuff at the end because he focused too much on their meaningless bantering?
"Why are you suddenly bringing papadum to eat?"
"I thought it will be good to serve it together as snacks."
Snacks at night? And the drink is cold beverage can is milk. He feels like a kid in supervised care that's not sincere.
Who's willing to get a stomach upset from eating spicy food in the night? He's going to sleep later, not running back and forth from the toilet.
"Don't worry, it's not spicy as you think it's," assure Seiran. He takes a piece and ate.
"I'm not to engage in badinage where you can roast me later," strictly firm answer.
"I do not mind your disparaging marks. I bring them because I want to eat them. It's fine if you don't participate."
Akatsuki deal with ever disparate Seiran Ryu whenever he's with him and other people. Where's the politeness and gracefulness he showed others but him? Truly a wonder how Saya can keep his calm despite man brusqueness.
Between Seiran Ryu and Akatsuki Saya, there's memory that tie them for a brief. Maybe it's the reason they could get along.
"What's confusing eggcorn in your head that getting you neglecting me for a long time?"
"Keep yourself occupied with your food and chew your papadum well. I think it's evince by reason not to getting a stomach ache and well sleep."
As well as just now, he just spoke in Ryu's speaking art, didn't he? It really skookum influence, he can infect everyone with it.
He wants to let out an embarrassment laugh. Still, he takes an immersive consideration about Saya and Sayuki sleep and quiet nighttime to be a slight bother.
"If there's something you want to let out, then just let it out, than keeping them to yourself. It's only getting me mad and angry, knowing something hidden related to me."
Akatsuki didn't a second to let his childish laugh out loud. Funny how he keep it bottled when he can just laugh it off for a comedy time and as a healing remedy for better, healthier health.
It last for three minutes, accurately.
The laugh slowly fading, and he's leaning back, looking up at the moon again. Soon, the shape of the moon will be crescent.
Once again, Seiran Ryu put cold icy drink to his cheek.
"What? I told you not to invite schadenfreude, but you're asking for vicissitude for yourself always," a monotone voice.
"It was a good laugh," said Seiran.
"I thought you were going to say things in circumlocution," expected Akatsuki whereas Seiran do it least he expected it.
"I'm not." Seiran gulped down the whole drink without stopping.
"Why?" A question where he knew he shouldn't ask.
"It just gives me how much more etiquette and manners education you need when you're staying at onsen ryokan," state Seiran.
An indirect punch. "Might as well I remind you about your sartorial at onsen ryokan, master,"
"Remind you well, dear guest, I'm at home and dressing casually is not against setting rule."
"Now, we're speaking splashy facts and not some wasting time grandiloquent conversation, aren't we?" provoke Akatsuki. Somehow, he feels like a cat that have its tail being stepped on.
"Does it galvanizing you to change your clothe, dear guest?"
The shadow of his grandmother is emerging on Ryu if one's talks about onsen ryokan strict rules. "I'll give you extol if you could ever fast-talk me to change clothe after my bedroom for night is in the living room."
"Take it as your payment for having a complete dining table full of french dessert," said Seiran with a smile.
Akatsuki left dumbfounded.
"You're the guest, am I right, Sora-sama? Since the first step you take in my onsen ryokan, you're a guest expected with every service will come at cost and payment in due time."
"I'm wondering if a can of milk beverage could make you spout nonsense?"
"It's fine too if you want to consider putting your debt on hold, and I'll collect them in time. A written contract could write instantly."
"Ryu-sama, I don't indulge myself in crapulous french dessert you mentioned." He remembered well the faces whose stuffed the most french dessert for dinner earlier. They're ones sleeping soundly right now.
Seiran is silent, and so he is.
It's lubberly time for both of them.
"Any left words you want to say, and you want me to hear?" Seiran is taking initiative.
"Not worry, I'm good at the morass you're putting me in." Nothing goes by without him being petty later on. "It's not secretive to me of your egregious, Ryu."
A consent has been given unwillingly.
"I'm putting them on your futon. Use it well as you like it."