Of course, it has to be when he has a guest over that the bottle opener conveniently goes missing. He’d begun the night looking well put-together, Naoya did -- but as he fumbles through the confused contents of his flatware drawer, his hair returns to its natural state of being rather disheveled. He eventually returns to the couch looking even more lost than the misplaced bottle opener.
“That’s odd. Gone like the wind,” he declares to his red-haired companion, both hands occupied by a pair of chilled glass bottles of beer. He stares somewhat dumbly at the other man, before his expression shifts. Naoya’s eyes light up. He plops down on the couch, one leg crossed beneath the other.
As he braces his forefinger along the neck of one bottle, his silver ring catches beneath the bottlecap. A gentle pry, and it springs free with a satisfying Pop! He grins from ear to ear, seemingly very proud of his little party trick.
“Eh? Not bad, right?” Naoya hands the bottle over to Tatsuya, picking up the other - only to find himself unable to repeat the trick on the first try.
