(no subject)

[rule_britannia]

Oh.

It's the 4th tomorrow isn't it.

...

I may be unavailable for the next couple of days.

Comments

[dontmindmepleasecontinue]

Ah, how about simply a glass, then?

[rule_britannia]

I suppose that's better than nothing.

Action!

[dontmindmepleasecontinue]

"I'll be over shortly then."

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door. When opened, it would reveal Koizumi standing there in dark, neutral colors - almost, but not quite, as if in mourning. He was carrying two glasses and a bottle of gin with about three portions left in it.

[rule_britannia]

When he opens the door he looks tired, as if he hasn't slept for a few days or at least not very well. He steps back and gestures for the young man to come inside, flicking his gaze down to the bottle in his hand.

"I'm not even going to ask how you got that."

[dontmindmepleasecontinue]

Taking his shoes off, Koizumi steps into the apartment, giving Arthur a cautious smile.

"Ah, I appreciate that."

[rule_britannia]

Closing the door behind him, Arthur gestures for the boy to go ahead and make himself comfortable.

"I'm sure. Will you be having some? I can get you something else, if you'd rather."

[dontmindmepleasecontinue]

"I was thinking I would have a small glass, thank you." he says, making his way to the table and pouring two glasses, offering the larger of the two to Arthur, then taking a seat at the end of the couch, rearranging some of the clutter so the space was clear.

"Would you like to talk about it, Arthur-san? Or would you prefer we talk about something else?"