[Ironically, Tooru isn't looking at the waitress this time, beyond a cheerful "thank you!" and completely misses his cue to flirt with her some more. He's much more interested in the steaming bowl of ramen that's been placed on the table, and draws the food closer. This has absolutely nothing to do with the way their feet are still pressed together snugly under the table, of course.
To Iwaizumi's nagging, Tooru replies with a loud slurp of his ramen noodles, looking up to see if that makes Iwaizumi roll his eyes.]
What else could we be doing? You were complaining earlier about how much more unpacking we both had to do. [The way Tooru stuffs some chashu into his mouth isn't at all dignified, but he's starving, the first taste of the ramen reminding him that he and Iwaizumi hadn't had a real lunch. He perks up, though, at the mention of sake.]
Iwa-chan, are you suggesting we drink and unpack at the same time?
Iwa-chan! [Tooru gasps, sounding thoroughly scandalized and pretending to rub at the spot on his head.] What will people think of you treating your friends like this? Imagine what a bad impression you're giving our new neighbors!
[And yet, he's not fazed at all, smirking at Iwaizumi before slurping up more noodles like he wasn't just chastised for it.]
Hm. You do have good ideas, though, so I guess I'll forgive you~ Let's have the sake tonight!
[It's probably terrible that he's so used to it, he barely reacts to the kick except with a slight purse of his lips.]
We'll see who's the lightweight! [He says, singsong, and points his chopsticks at Iwaizumi.] Besides, I've already got most of my things unpacked, unlike a certain someone else.
[It's a total lie; he hasn't even touched his clothes, preferring to put up his posters and other things to pretty up his room first.]
[Of course. Iwaizumi would expect no less, but he sees that with fondness. Oikawa is so very...Oikawa.
[They head out of the restaurant with little more issue, bidding goodbye to the friendly waitress and, of course, stopping to get some promised milk bread on the way home. Once they pass through their apartment door, it’s clear they have plenty of work to do, but before they begin, Iwaizumi pulls the bottle of sake his dad had gifted him out and pours a couple generous cups.
[He hands on to Oikawa.]
Alright. Don’t get stupid on this too quick, Loserkawa. We’ve still got work to do.
[He probably would have choked if he weren't expecting exactly that sort of reply.]
Rude. And vulgar, too! [Tooru tips the cup, swallowing some of the sake.] I should change your nickname to something else, to match how much of a brute you really are.
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To Iwaizumi's nagging, Tooru replies with a loud slurp of his ramen noodles, looking up to see if that makes Iwaizumi roll his eyes.]
What else could we be doing? You were complaining earlier about how much more unpacking we both had to do. [The way Tooru stuffs some chashu into his mouth isn't at all dignified, but he's starving, the first taste of the ramen reminding him that he and Iwaizumi hadn't had a real lunch. He perks up, though, at the mention of sake.]
Iwa-chan, are you suggesting we drink and unpack at the same time?
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Why you gotta eat so gross for? [He’s not not shouting when he says it.
[He huffs and settles back against his seat.]
Yeah, maybe. [He shrugs a little.] Better than just unpacking, isn’t it?
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[And yet, he's not fazed at all, smirking at Iwaizumi before slurping up more noodles like he wasn't just chastised for it.]
Hm. You do have good ideas, though, so I guess I'll forgive you~ Let's have the sake tonight!
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Do you want me to share my booze or not?
Finish up already so we can go.
[A “gentle” kick under the table for good measure.]
And you better not get so drunk you’re useless, light weight.
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We'll see who's the lightweight! [He says, singsong, and points his chopsticks at Iwaizumi.] Besides, I've already got most of my things unpacked, unlike a certain someone else.
[It's a total lie; he hasn't even touched his clothes, preferring to put up his posters and other things to pretty up his room first.]
Took some liberties hope that’s okay!
[They head out of the restaurant with little more issue, bidding goodbye to the friendly waitress and, of course, stopping to get some promised milk bread on the way home. Once they pass through their apartment door, it’s clear they have plenty of work to do, but before they begin, Iwaizumi pulls the bottle of sake his dad had gifted him out and pours a couple generous cups.
[He hands on to Oikawa.]
Alright. Don’t get stupid on this too quick, Loserkawa. We’ve still got work to do.
totally fine!
"Loserkawa"? Iwa-chan, you always come up with such awful names for me.
[Tooru presses the rim of the cup to his lips, peering at Iwaizumi over it.] Think of something cuter!
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Rude. And vulgar, too! [Tooru tips the cup, swallowing some of the sake.] I should change your nickname to something else, to match how much of a brute you really are.
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[His expression reads: “Try me, I dare you.”]
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Hmph. Godzilla would work. But knowing you, you'd be happy about it.