[Don't yell it to the whole bar... He turns his head away briefly, as if that had nothing to do with him. Very believable when they're side by side and holding hands.
Distracting him, though, is the feeling of satisfaction from successfully choosing a drink that Gojo enjoys. That's been sneaking up on him lately. In the past it wouldn't have felt like an accomplishment—he knows more about Gojo's tastes than he wants to, he would have argued—a situationally useful piece of trivia, at best. Now it warms him inside to have that smile directed at him. Not that he lets it show aside from a slight softening of his expression.]
Already asking for more?
[Typical. He glances in the indicated direction and then cuts a purposeful path through the crowd, leading Gojo by the hand. When they're within sight of the room in question, he spots two other people coming from the right—seemingly heading for the same door. He quickens his pace to get there first, shoving the door open with his foot in his haste with both hands occupied.]
Lock that.
[Does it even lock? Who knows. He's busy finding a spot to set his drink down after knocking back a decent mouthful.]
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Distracting him, though, is the feeling of satisfaction from successfully choosing a drink that Gojo enjoys. That's been sneaking up on him lately. In the past it wouldn't have felt like an accomplishment—he knows more about Gojo's tastes than he wants to, he would have argued—a situationally useful piece of trivia, at best. Now it warms him inside to have that smile directed at him. Not that he lets it show aside from a slight softening of his expression.]
Already asking for more?
[Typical. He glances in the indicated direction and then cuts a purposeful path through the crowd, leading Gojo by the hand. When they're within sight of the room in question, he spots two other people coming from the right—seemingly heading for the same door. He quickens his pace to get there first, shoving the door open with his foot in his haste with both hands occupied.]
Lock that.
[Does it even lock? Who knows. He's busy finding a spot to set his drink down after knocking back a decent mouthful.]