"That is a very poetic philosophy. One I can only agree with." The slightest of smiles, because Tech has so often said that he doesn't understand what is spiritual or creative.
Rokuro has yet to thank his group of 'admirers' for the drinks, and seems to have forgotten about them entirely. More invested by the drinks in front of them than where they came from, and sharing in the experience with his... whatever Tech is. Something between a comrade and a friend.
Truthfully, Rokuro has never had a friend of his own before, and doesn't want to assume too much. While it is difficult to be alone, to be humiliated for assuming he is anything more to Tech (or anyone here) than a fellow soldier would be far more painful. Or so he assumes. Rokuro has never been in the position to take such a risk.
Most often, his master has always told him who 'their' friends are, and Rokuro would simply go along with it.
"I suppose there is only one way to find out." Rokuro gives the golden liqueur a swirl, and lifts the glass delicately to his lips to take a careful sip. The look on his face (red eye wider than should be possible) will prove Tech's hypothesis.
"My mouth... it is burning." And yet he can't help taking another more careful sip, even as his eye waters. "I should not enjoy it, but there is something... satisfying in the heat of it that cannot be explained." A quiet cough, politely behind his hand, and he will push the cup in Tech's direction.
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Rokuro has yet to thank his group of 'admirers' for the drinks, and seems to have forgotten about them entirely. More invested by the drinks in front of them than where they came from, and sharing in the experience with his... whatever Tech is. Something between a comrade and a friend.
Truthfully, Rokuro has never had a friend of his own before, and doesn't want to assume too much. While it is difficult to be alone, to be humiliated for assuming he is anything more to Tech (or anyone here) than a fellow soldier would be far more painful. Or so he assumes. Rokuro has never been in the position to take such a risk.
Most often, his master has always told him who 'their' friends are, and Rokuro would simply go along with it.
"I suppose there is only one way to find out." Rokuro gives the golden liqueur a swirl, and lifts the glass delicately to his lips to take a careful sip. The look on his face (red eye wider than should be possible) will prove Tech's hypothesis.
"My mouth... it is burning." And yet he can't help taking another more careful sip, even as his eye waters. "I should not enjoy it, but there is something... satisfying in the heat of it that cannot be explained." A quiet cough, politely behind his hand, and he will push the cup in Tech's direction.