[Honestly, the forceful stomping and kicking has devolved into something more like a game of footsie, but hey, Iwaizumi isn’t about to admit that either - he will enjoy it thought, continuing to nudge him gently under the table. His voice remains playfully harsh though.]
As if you’ll ever hear that shit coming out of my mouth, ya dumb ass.
[It’s only a few minutes later that the waitress brings back their food, smiling sweetly as she sets it down in front of them. Is her look lingering a little longer on Oikawa than it does Iwaizumi? He pulls his feet away under the table. Why does that bother him so much. She gives a light bow and walks away from the table just as Iwa rolls his eyes and goes to his food.]
Eat up, loser. [He starts in on his tofu, speaks again with food still in his mouth.] What’re we doin’ tonight? My old man gave me some sake before we left you know.
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As if you’ll ever hear that shit coming out of my mouth, ya dumb ass.
[It’s only a few minutes later that the waitress brings back their food, smiling sweetly as she sets it down in front of them. Is her look lingering a little longer on Oikawa than it does Iwaizumi? He pulls his feet away under the table. Why does that bother him so much. She gives a light bow and walks away from the table just as Iwa rolls his eyes and goes to his food.]
Eat up, loser. [He starts in on his tofu, speaks again with food still in his mouth.] What’re we doin’ tonight? My old man gave me some sake before we left you know.