[DON'T JUST STAND THERE LIKE AN IDIOT, YAMAGUCHI. SAY SOMETHING. DO SOMETHING!]
…R-Right!! Just fine!
[And to prove how fine it is, Yamaguchi proceeds to clumsily pour half the soda bottle into his now-very-full glass. He's not bothering to look for a spoon or anything else to mix it with; his shaking hands ought to do the trick just fine.]
Umm, so, what did you end up drinking?! [Smooth. Yamaguchi's subject changes are so eloquent when he panics.]
[His lack of smooth goes unnoticed by Oikawa, who just hums and gives Yamaguchi's middle a squeeze - why has it taken this long for him to realise how cuddly he is?]
I made Iwa-chan make me cocktails, he's weirdly good at them and they end up super yummy. I had... [he counts in his head, tapping a finger against Yamaguchi's abdomen with each count but in the end and giving up and declaring:] lots. But then he started talking about baseball and I had to leave.
[Yamaguchi makes a small noise somewhere between a hiccup and a whimper, and then flushes scarlet and takes a gulp of his drink immediately after to hide how embarrassing that is. There's a swirling, churning sensation in his stomach that's just short of nausea hitting him at the same time as the burn from the mixed drink flares up in protest in his lower esophagus, but Yamaguchi can't tell if that's nervousness or the alcohol. He tries to think of something to say about Iwaizumi since Oikawa mentioned it, and it's a change of topic Yamaguchi ought to be grateful for.]
D-Did he know you left, Oikawa-san? Iwaizumi-san? That is, um…he just let you leave like that…?
[…] Hey, w-were you two alone? Or was it more like a party…
If it was a party I would have invited you. [His mumble sounds disgruntled, because of course he'd have invited Yamaguchi if it were that kind of thing. And if it wasn't a spur of the moment think he would have invited Yamaguchi over to Iwaizumi's as well.]
It was just me and Iwa-chan and he knows I headed home, he only lives down the road. [One of the many reasons he wound up as Oikawa's best friend, convenience helps a great deal with forming friendships. Oikawa brightens up which means he also gives Yamaguchi's middle a bit of a squeeze to communicate this.] Do you want to go say hi to him? He's been dying to meet you again! [More like Oikawa wants him to give his approval but that's irrelevant! The fact that he could barely stand up without wobbling has slipped his mind.]
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[DON'T JUST STAND THERE LIKE AN IDIOT, YAMAGUCHI. SAY SOMETHING. DO SOMETHING!]
…R-Right!! Just fine!
[And to prove how fine it is, Yamaguchi proceeds to clumsily pour half the soda bottle into his now-very-full glass. He's not bothering to look for a spoon or anything else to mix it with; his shaking hands ought to do the trick just fine.]
Umm, so, what did you end up drinking?! [Smooth. Yamaguchi's subject changes are so eloquent when he panics.]
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I made Iwa-chan make me cocktails, he's weirdly good at them and they end up super yummy. I had... [he counts in his head, tapping a finger against Yamaguchi's abdomen with each count but in the end and giving up and declaring:] lots. But then he started talking about baseball and I had to leave.
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D-Did he know you left, Oikawa-san? Iwaizumi-san? That is, um…he just let you leave like that…?
[…] Hey, w-were you two alone? Or was it more like a party…
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It was just me and Iwa-chan and he knows I headed home, he only lives down the road. [One of the many reasons he wound up as Oikawa's best friend, convenience helps a great deal with forming friendships. Oikawa brightens up which means he also gives Yamaguchi's middle a bit of a squeeze to communicate this.] Do you want to go say hi to him? He's been dying to meet you again! [More like Oikawa wants him to give his approval but that's irrelevant! The fact that he could barely stand up without wobbling has slipped his mind.]