#blondbomb

He never took to expecting much on today of all days. Most of the time he didn’t even remember the occasion until he heard something on the radio, or scoped out a particularly clingy couple out on the street. Yosuke didn’t quite understand the holiday, couldn’t see why it was any different from the other days. But he never opposed to alcohol.

Especially the free sort, sporadically sprung upon him by a curious blonde. Eyeing the bottle, he was just as quick to curl his fingers around the tiny glass. It’d have to do.

“I’d say I don’t usually take drinks from strangers, but m’trying to keep from lyin’.” 

There was a thanks hidden in there somewhere, but he was never too good at that sort of thing either. So he took to nodding instead, turning the alcohol over in his hands.