Gokudera looks over at the other attempting to pay and glares. "Put that away, idiot." No fucking way. You do not get to pay for anything and he will not explain why. He appreciates that the other is even attempting to drink with him. The second glass is starting to hit the bomber better. He's relaxing just a little.
"We win. I'm not going to go into any more details. I've met another you who told me so, and well... Take my word for it or not." He's going through his second drink a little faster and mutters into it, "not like I give a shit" But he does. He cares a great deal. If he didn't, he wouldn't have tried to reassure Yamamoto.
"Pretty much. We win, we get to go back to our time. Everybody gathers up and then BOOM!" Gokudera rolls up the wrapper from his tiny drinking straw he's been prodding a lime with, then chucks it at a small trash bin, intentionally missing. "I end up on a different planet. And... I don't know what the fuck was going on." Because of course, he has bad luck. Amoi was nothing but bad and bad and awful and rotten luck.
Gokudera isn't making to leave. Nope, he's going to talk about the planet he was on using metaphors. Yamamoto doesn't need to hear about how he was a pet, or that the planet was like... sex-crazed. He'll be nice and vague, but still, it's nothing like him 'living in another reality for two years.' It just... didn't feel that simple. God, if only it had been.
"It was like I was drowning. Every day, getting pushed under, and Hibari, Chrome, Mukuro, and you were there. And Chrome was the only one who tried to help get me out of the water. Mukuro got mad at me for trying to grab something to get out of the water, and just pushed me back under. You acted like I was just having a pleasant fuckin' swim. Two years of that, and the Tenth shows up and he can't get me out. No one was allowed to help." Sorry if this is coming out all weird, Yamamoto. He's worked up. "And now... I'm free."
He takes a sip and like that, his second gin and tonic is nearly done. "I can finally breathe."
"No one likes him. I think I just hate him more because he was worse on Amoi. Like I said, he made it worse." Gokudera finishes his drink. "You got better. Then you left." A shrug. People left him. It hurt, but he's not going to dwell on that. "And so did I!" A grin. He's here now! Hurray! No more people calling him a mongrel and trying to strangle him for touching someone with dark hair! He throws Yamamoto a thumbs up, face slightly pink with the alcohol in his system.
There definitely isn't much food in his belly to help. Ha. Like he could have afforded a meal back on Amoi.
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"We win. I'm not going to go into any more details. I've met another you who told me so, and well... Take my word for it or not." He's going through his second drink a little faster and mutters into it, "not like I give a shit" But he does. He cares a great deal. If he didn't, he wouldn't have tried to reassure Yamamoto.
"Pretty much. We win, we get to go back to our time. Everybody gathers up and then BOOM!" Gokudera rolls up the wrapper from his tiny drinking straw he's been prodding a lime with, then chucks it at a small trash bin, intentionally missing. "I end up on a different planet. And... I don't know what the fuck was going on." Because of course, he has bad luck. Amoi was nothing but bad and bad and awful and rotten luck.
Gokudera isn't making to leave. Nope, he's going to talk about the planet he was on using metaphors. Yamamoto doesn't need to hear about how he was a pet, or that the planet was like... sex-crazed. He'll be nice and vague, but still, it's nothing like him 'living in another reality for two years.' It just... didn't feel that simple. God, if only it had been.
"It was like I was drowning. Every day, getting pushed under, and Hibari, Chrome, Mukuro, and you were there. And Chrome was the only one who tried to help get me out of the water. Mukuro got mad at me for trying to grab something to get out of the water, and just pushed me back under. You acted like I was just having a pleasant fuckin' swim. Two years of that, and the Tenth shows up and he can't get me out. No one was allowed to help." Sorry if this is coming out all weird, Yamamoto. He's worked up. "And now... I'm free."
He takes a sip and like that, his second gin and tonic is nearly done. "I can finally breathe."
"No one likes him. I think I just hate him more because he was worse on Amoi. Like I said, he made it worse." Gokudera finishes his drink. "You got better. Then you left." A shrug. People left him. It hurt, but he's not going to dwell on that. "And so did I!" A grin. He's here now! Hurray! No more people calling him a mongrel and trying to strangle him for touching someone with dark hair! He throws Yamamoto a thumbs up, face slightly pink with the alcohol in his system.
There definitely isn't much food in his belly to help. Ha. Like he could have afforded a meal back on Amoi.