[ Asahi honestly wonders if his gifts are strategically bought to eventually end up back in Suga and Daichi's wardrobes-- not that he minds, or will likely ever get a definitive answer about the phenomenon either way. Still, he can't help the small smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth when Daichi deflects his question. ]
Must be my mind playing tricks on me.
[ The matches rattle around in the box as Daichi hands them back. He's running low. He'll need to pick up another box from behind the bar. Turning the box over in his palm, so the glossy black crow catches the low light of fading day on the all black box. Not many places still hand matchboxes out, but Asahi has a soft spot for them-- and Daichi can be sweet, when he isn't being terrifying. ]
I thought I was going to. [ Asahi watches Daichi take a drag off his; indecisive, but that's nothing new. ] Still might.
c:
Must be my mind playing tricks on me.
[ The matches rattle around in the box as Daichi hands them back. He's running low. He'll need to pick up another box from behind the bar. Turning the box over in his palm, so the glossy black crow catches the low light of fading day on the all black box. Not many places still hand matchboxes out, but Asahi has a soft spot for them-- and Daichi can be sweet, when he isn't being terrifying. ]
I thought I was going to. [ Asahi watches Daichi take a drag off his; indecisive, but that's nothing new. ] Still might.