Eighteen. [he corrects. there's a soft snap as he takes another bite of the chocolate.] But I guess twenty is getting pretty close, huh...? You're even closer than I am. Although I wonder if anyone would really care in a place like this if we drank anyway.
[DON'T MIND HIM, he'll just. turn his head away and take another bite of the chocolate himself, trying not to show the faint embarrassment he has over getting the year wrong.]
...Yeah, I am. I'll turn twenty-
[He pauses, then blinks.]
-Next month. July 15th.
[Yes, he was born on the 15th. and it's possible to read his name as 'one five' as well.
Just layers to that name, seriously.
But it actually makes him stop eating for a second, expression going a bit somber. Twenty already...That'd make two birthdays that passed while he's still stuck in this place.
So when Yosuke mentions drinking, he just gives a slow nod.]
[He leans in a little closer, grinning, even though Ichigo can't see it. But, surely, he has to be exuding an aura of mischief here anyway. It's practically rolling off of him. Like an odor.]
We should celebrate. Y'know, the right way.
[y'know.]
I mean, you don't get to do this birthday over again when you get back.
[...Okay, the first thing Ichigo's mind shoots off to? Is definitely not what Yosuke probably meant by that. He actually blushes, and just manages to catch himself before his eyes fly open in surprise.]
What do you-
[Mid sentence, he finally figures out what Yosuke actually meant-and his blush drops suddenly.]
Ah, right. Drinking. Yeah, sure-if we can find some, I'd be okay with it.
[God forbid Yosuke go into yet another gay panic, so definitely for the best.
Ichigo's eyebrows go up at that, hearing Yosuke's excitement. It's contagious, but a part of him nags that there are more important things to do than celebrate his 20th birthday. No doubt by that time, the Techs will inflict something horrible on them again...
...But at the same time, it sounds...really nice. It's what makes him nod after a moment.]
Sure. I mean, if we can find enough stuff-and I'm not too sure about how much help I'll be.
[Since there's only so much you can glean from touch alone, after all. Still, he's starting to gain some of that excitement, and it shows.]
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[hell, everyone could use a drink.]
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[DON'T MIND HIM, he'll just. turn his head away and take another bite of the chocolate himself, trying not to show the faint embarrassment he has over getting the year wrong.]
...Yeah, I am. I'll turn twenty-
[He pauses, then blinks.]
-Next month. July 15th.
[Yes, he was born on the 15th. and it's possible to read his name as 'one five' as well.
Just layers to that name, seriously.
But it actually makes him stop eating for a second, expression going a bit somber. Twenty already...That'd make two birthdays that passed while he's still stuck in this place.
So when Yosuke mentions drinking, he just gives a slow nod.]
...Yeah.
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[He leans in a little closer, grinning, even though Ichigo can't see it. But, surely, he has to be exuding an aura of mischief here anyway. It's practically rolling off of him. Like an odor.]
We should celebrate. Y'know, the right way.
[y'know.]
I mean, you don't get to do this birthday over again when you get back.
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What do you-
[Mid sentence, he finally figures out what Yosuke actually meant-and his blush drops suddenly.]
Ah, right. Drinking. Yeah, sure-if we can find some, I'd be okay with it.
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Yeah, drinking. Come on, man! Get hyped! You're gonna be twenty, that only happens once.
[Yosuke sounds pretty excited about this. The way you'd expect an underage teenager to get excited about something as mundane as beer or whatever.]
You wanna invite other people? It can be, like, a real thing.
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Ichigo's eyebrows go up at that, hearing Yosuke's excitement. It's contagious, but a part of him nags that there are more important things to do than celebrate his 20th birthday. No doubt by that time, the Techs will inflict something horrible on them again...
...But at the same time, it sounds...really nice. It's what makes him nod after a moment.]
Sure. I mean, if we can find enough stuff-and I'm not too sure about how much help I'll be.
[Since there's only so much you can glean from touch alone, after all. Still, he's starting to gain some of that excitement, and it shows.]
Sounds pretty nice, anyway.