Rokuro looks down the bar at the men, simply observing them for a moment, and then back to Tech.
"I do not know them. They must be mistaken." As for who he could be mistaken for, there is only one person... but if Rokuro's twin were here, there is no way he wouldn't know-- not to mention Nanakuma would never stoop so low as to socialize with the common class. Of the two of them, Rokuro is the openminded one. Comparatively speaking.
Politely, he pushes the glasses back towards the bartender. Only to find them pushed back towards himself almost immediately. Now it's Rokuro's turn to blink owlishly, first at Tech to gauge his reaction, and then the group at the end of the bar.
"It seems these are intended for us." Rokuro lifts the brightly coloured glass, mystified by the cloyingly sweet scent, and strangely preserved cherry perched upon the room.
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"I do not know them. They must be mistaken." As for who he could be mistaken for, there is only one person... but if Rokuro's twin were here, there is no way he wouldn't know-- not to mention Nanakuma would never stoop so low as to socialize with the common class. Of the two of them, Rokuro is the openminded one. Comparatively speaking.
Politely, he pushes the glasses back towards the bartender. Only to find them pushed back towards himself almost immediately. Now it's Rokuro's turn to blink owlishly, first at Tech to gauge his reaction, and then the group at the end of the bar.
"It seems these are intended for us." Rokuro lifts the brightly coloured glass, mystified by the cloyingly sweet scent, and strangely preserved cherry perched upon the room.
"Poison?"