[Touya, left to munch on that doughnut, looks like he should be accompanied by narration. Really, it's like watching a nature documentary on TV: Here's the newly arisen Touya Akira, mostly unaware of his surroundings, concerned only with acquiring sustenance. Hikaru's brother liked to watch those long-winded things, especially later on, and Hikaru has to admit they could be pretty informative. Touya kind of reminds him of one those snakes or lizards, just something cold-blooded, that's all sluggish and stupid until it has gotten enough sunlight. Maybe Touya's annoying fans aren't too far off-base when they compare him to a dragon. That's almost like a snake or a lizard. Yeah. Hikaru takes another sip of his coffee, wishing he'd stop thinking about this crap.
It's the question that causes him to pause, and blink a few times, and wonder if he heard Touya right just then. He looks at the oustretched hand, too, and how it has the same cool poise as when Touya holds the stones. He has never admired Touya's posture or aura or anything, but the resemblance is uncanny.] You... [He knew Touya could be a pushy guy, but this is sorta pushing the limits here.] You're asking if you can have my coffee, too? [It's black, of course. His brother was the one who didn't like stronger flavors, preferring cream mixed in, enough cream to scandalize a cow... Hikaru holds the cup a smidge tighter.] Just how much coffee do you need to drink?
[Hikaru's voice is flat, and his expression is flat--his eyes are a flat grey color, too--and none of that should be confused for anger. Hikaru isn't angry at Touya Akira, even though people tend to assume that's the case, for whatever reason. He just doesn't give a shit about him, much like he doesn't give a shit about 99% of everything in this fake, fucked up world. Only the Divine Move feels the least bit real anymore.]
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It's the question that causes him to pause, and blink a few times, and wonder if he heard Touya right just then. He looks at the oustretched hand, too, and how it has the same cool poise as when Touya holds the stones. He has never admired Touya's posture or aura or anything, but the resemblance is uncanny.] You... [He knew Touya could be a pushy guy, but this is sorta pushing the limits here.] You're asking if you can have my coffee, too? [It's black, of course. His brother was the one who didn't like stronger flavors, preferring cream mixed in, enough cream to scandalize a cow... Hikaru holds the cup a smidge tighter.] Just how much coffee do you need to drink?
[Hikaru's voice is flat, and his expression is flat--his eyes are a flat grey color, too--and none of that should be confused for anger. Hikaru isn't angry at Touya Akira, even though people tend to assume that's the case, for whatever reason. He just doesn't give a shit about him, much like he doesn't give a shit about 99% of everything in this fake, fucked up world. Only the Divine Move feels the least bit real anymore.]