[Kanda makes a faintly disgusted sound at the pipe before the bartender arrives with two half-filled glasses. One Kanda picks up, takes a slow, careful sip before he sets it back down.
It's not surprising to him that the man doesn't remember, not really, given how long ago it had been.
For Kanda, it had been a night burned into his memories and nightmares, but for this one-eyed stranger that still used bandages instead of eyepatches like a certain partner?
Probably a night long forgotten, and likely better that way.
Despite that, however, he props his cheek against his fist, a faint scowl lingering in place as he pushes the drink closer.]
Nothing. I just don't like debts, so take the fucking drink and I'm good.
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It's not surprising to him that the man doesn't remember, not really, given how long ago it had been.
For Kanda, it had been a night burned into his memories and nightmares, but for this one-eyed stranger that still used bandages instead of eyepatches like a certain partner?
Probably a night long forgotten, and likely better that way.
Despite that, however, he props his cheek against his fist, a faint scowl lingering in place as he pushes the drink closer.]
Nothing. I just don't like debts, so take the fucking drink and I'm good.