[No response to that perfunctory backtalk. None needed. It's not that he expects anything like perfect obedience out of Gojo, just that doing what he's told in this instance is a step toward getting what he presumably wants. He feels Gojo's hand move, fingers slotting between his, and glances down. Slowly he curls his fingers inward as well, locking their hands together. His gaze shifts as their drinks are set in front of them. His is a tall glass of pale gold liquid, bubbles glittering in the light, garnished with a lemon wedge. A simple classic. Gojo's martini is more decadent, the rim of the glass dipped in chocolate with visible swirls of chocolate syrup looped around the interior and curls of shaved chocolate sprinkled on top. As he taps his Watch to pay, his brow creases reflexively at the question.]
Every weekend. [Deadpan.] —No, not really.
[Honestly, he can't fathom what goes through Gojo's head sometimes. (A lot of the time.) Was he hoping for a yes or a no? Regardless, while Nanami has occasionally had to seek out new partners and wound up picking someone up (or being picked up) in a bar, it's generally more... transactional. No hand-holding, just a terse agreement to help one another out. If not for the power this place holds over him with the suit marks and the risk of turning to stone, he wouldn't be doing that much at all. He didn't at home.
He finishes off his previous drink in a few swallows and picks up the fresh one, readying to depart.]
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Every weekend. [Deadpan.] —No, not really.
[Honestly, he can't fathom what goes through Gojo's head sometimes. (A lot of the time.) Was he hoping for a yes or a no? Regardless, while Nanami has occasionally had to seek out new partners and wound up picking someone up (or being picked up) in a bar, it's generally more... transactional. No hand-holding, just a terse agreement to help one another out. If not for the power this place holds over him with the suit marks and the risk of turning to stone, he wouldn't be doing that much at all. He didn't at home.
He finishes off his previous drink in a few swallows and picks up the fresh one, readying to depart.]
Let's get one of those rooms.