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It was nice, Yuma thought, seeing Yakou so relaxed and happy like this. The man was always so high-strung, so seeing him cheerfully sipping on cheap booze and chattering away was a nice change of pace. Yuma, himself, was feeling way more relaxed than usual, sitting on the lavender couch with his boss and sipping on some drinks as well.
Of course, initially, he'd been anxious. Yuma didn't even remember his age! What if he was under the drinking limit-?? But… eventually, Yuma caved. He was glad he had.
“Ahhh- that hits the spot. You know, this makes up for aaaaaaall the trouble you cause, Yuma!” Yakou hit him on the back, a little rougher than usual. Yuma laughed, shaking his head.
“Hey- I don't get into THAT much trouble-!” He took another sip, smiling.
Yakou chuckled, setting his cup down. “No way! You're the biggest trouble maker I've ever seen. Here, I'll do a you-impression.” He shifted to face Yuma, took off his glasses, and ruffled his hair to try and make it look like Yuma's. He failed.
“I'm Yuma, and I looooove getting involved with the Peacekeepers and making my chief worry!!” Yakou spoke in a higher-pitched voice, barely containing his giggles.
Yuma laughed. “Well, then, I'll do an impression of you, too-!” He grabbed the glasses Yakou had set on the table, putting them on himself. “My names Yakou! I can't cook or clean for myself, and I love smoking indoors! Yuma, pleeeease get me a meatbun? I'm too busy napping!”
Yuma laughed, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. After a moment, he realized Yakou was eerily quiet. “Huh?” Yuma looked back at him, a little taken aback by the expression on Yakou's face.
It was unreadable. Yakou was staring intensely at Yuma, no longer smiling.
“Give me those.” He held his hand out.
Yuma hesitated, then slowly pulled off the glasses and put them in Yakou's hand. Yakou looked down at the glasses and put them back on, quiet for a moment. Then, he turned back to Yuma and smiled.
“Hey, go fetch another glass, Yuma! We're running low.” He cheerfully lifted his glass, chuckling.
Yuma paused, surprised, then quickly nodded. “Ah, right-” He hurriedly got up, stumbling into the kitchen to get another glass. He couldn't help but feel… concerned? Uneasy? What was that expression about…? Maybe those glasses were expensive? No, knowing Yakou, he wouldn't own anything like that… odd. Yuma couldn't think too hard about it, though. Maybe it was nothing.
He returned to the living room with the bottle, and Yakou wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
“Perfect!!! You bought some good stuff when you went to the store!!” Yakou poured himself another glass full, and the two drank the night away, forgetting about the little glasses incident.