[ his grin widens at the gesture, and for a briefest of moments, so do his eyes. oh like hell he is going to pass up this chance--
instead of doing what Hirato clearly wanted him to, ah, a toast wasn't it? and that's exactly what he's going to get. just with a twist, as if taking a cute from Hirato's own words. boring to always take the same approach. they're the same height, almost, so it won't be too awkward or uncomfortable. Tsukitachi links their arms, winds his own -- the arm holding the glass -- over Hirato's, bends it at the elbow to bring his glass closer to his mouth. he doesn't drink yet, though, eyes fixated on his old(est!) friend to catch even the most minute reaction. ]
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[ his grin widens at the gesture, and for a briefest of moments, so do his eyes. oh like hell he is going to pass up this chance--
instead of doing what Hirato clearly wanted him to, ah, a toast wasn't it? and that's exactly what he's going to get. just with a twist, as if taking a cute from Hirato's own words. boring to always take the same approach. they're the same height, almost, so it won't be too awkward or uncomfortable. Tsukitachi links their arms, winds his own -- the arm holding the glass -- over Hirato's, bends it at the elbow to bring his glass closer to his mouth. he doesn't drink yet, though, eyes fixated on his old(est!) friend to catch even the most minute reaction. ]
For trying new things, hmm?
[ that's his toast, at least. ]