Um…sorry. It's nothing. [Feeling his face go embarrassingly hot—this time definitely because Oikawa's being provocative (but does he mean to be?? Or is he really just that drunk?!)—Yamaguchi turns his eyes back firmly toward the soda glass to avoid the other boy's tipsy and heart-wrenching smile. Yamaguchi tries not to let his imagination wander enough to let the heat flaring beneath his skin and in his gut spread anywhere else, but even so his hands shake badly on the vodka bottle and he ends up pouring probably a lot more than he meant to.]
Ah… [Yamaguchi grimaces as he inspects the glass, hoping it only looks halfway filled to the top because of the ice in it. The liquid inside still seems like a lot, meaning it'll probably taste like stain remover, but he can't exactly pour out Oikawa's parents' vodka right in front of him. Yamaguchi's not sure that much alcohol could be anything but an improvement at this point, anyway. He doesn't want to seem like such a flustered idiot that Oikawa can pick up on it even through the palpable cloud of alcohol that's saturating him.] Urk. Is that too much?
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Ah… [Yamaguchi grimaces as he inspects the glass, hoping it only looks halfway filled to the top because of the ice in it. The liquid inside still seems like a lot, meaning it'll probably taste like stain remover, but he can't exactly pour out Oikawa's parents' vodka right in front of him. Yamaguchi's not sure that much alcohol could be anything but an improvement at this point, anyway. He doesn't want to seem like such a flustered idiot that Oikawa can pick up on it even through the palpable cloud of alcohol that's saturating him.] Urk. Is that too much?