Bar Fight | Open
Yata paused as he watched the other guy hold out his hoodie and without a moment of hesitation he swipes it from him and immediately puts it on. Well, since he was offering it would be rude not to accept and Yata didn’t believe in all the modest and humble bullshit. Besides he was cold. “I guess that booze warmed you right up, eh?”
He narrows his eyes as the guy mentions something about money in the pockets. “You sure you’re sober enough to be giving away your money? I’m really gonna take it y’know?” He digs into each pocket to confirm that there was indeed money in there. Damn, way to make his night. “Don’t expect me to pay you back though I don’t really have any money.”
This guy was starting to look alright in his book. He even brushed aside the teasing as something harmless. “Nah.” HOMRA’s base was his only home now but he couldn’t just sleep in a bar all the time. Well he was sure he could but he’d already gotten flack for being a freeloader.
"… I’m Yata." Might as well introduce himself even if the other guy probably wouldn’t remember him the next time they met. "I’ll give this back to you. But you better not forget and try to pin me as a thief." At least as far as the money was concerned.
"Kougami." he said in reply. "And I won't think you're a thief. Unless you do steal from me. Then I'll think you're a thief. Because you probably are one."
Kougami watches the boy rifle through his jacket, pulling out the three twenties he hadn't spent at the bar and a crumpled five that looked a little damp at the corner. Kougami guessed that was probably from when he spilled a little beer earlier and ended up shoving his hand straight into his pocket afterwards. He was giving a kid beer-stained money.
He almost felt like a pimp.















