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[If anyone's out and about in Discedo, they might be treated to the somewhat eerie sight of Gin skulking about in his ever-present long black, crow-like trench coat and matching fedora. His hair isn't let loose today, gathered and hidden underneath his coat. He looks mildly less threatening today, in as much as a shady man constantly followed by ominously cawing birds can look nonthreatening, as he carried a lumpy bundle of cloth (on closer inspection, it might be made up of a pair of shirts) that clattered and tinkled with a metallic sound as he walked. Judging by the place he emerged from, it can be assumed that the sound was caused by him lumping together so many tins of canned food into his makeshift bag.

He looks almost as unfriendly as ever, unsmiling and perpetually glaring, only every now and then, his glare falters and he reaches up to angrily knuckle his eyes.

Instead of heading back to Dissimulo as quickly as he normally did after acquiring what he needed, he milled about, walking aimlessly through the street.

Care to approach?]

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[ Stepping inside, Shizuo slips off his shoes, still managing to remain polite when faced with the terror that is Gin's home. He ignores that though; he'd had a small place too and this could definitely be cozy for one person if cleaned up a little.

He takes up a spot on that half-chair and crosses an ankle over his knee, leaning against the wall. ] Nah, all this place needs is a little colour. [ He goes along with the joke. His face falls when he's handed a bottle of Gin. He turns it over in his hands. It's not expensive, he's seen this kind before. ]

Gin like the drink, huh... is this the present? [ Shizuo takes a moment to gauge whether Gin's the 'hurt his feelings' type. Then sniffs, amused. ] I don't like alcohol. Well, this kind, anyway. Thanks for the thought.

[Gin doesn't bother with taking off his shoes because, really? What cleanliness is he trying to preserve here?

What does surprise him is Shizuo's refusal. No hurt feelings, just surprise, judging by how he briefly lifts his brows.]

What kind do you like, then?

[... it sounds like he might have more.]

[ Shizuo does look like the type to drink; he was in a bartender's outfit for God's sake. But no, he just stares right back at Gin.

His fingers play with the bottle as he looks up to the musty looking ceiling to think on that. ] Uh. I like sweet things... [ He doesn't look embarrassed when he continues explaining. ]

Like things that are meant to taste good. Anything sour, chocolate-y... [ Manly things. ]

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[Gin won't speak for a good long moment, simply listening to Shizuo with a tremendously unimpressed expression. When he finally does speak, his words are delivered in the flattest tone possible:]

... so you want a sissy drink.

[Now, he's wondering if Shizuo's ever drank anything in public without being the subject of ridicule.]

[ Eyebrow twitch. ] It's not sissy to enjoy something. You can drink piss all you want.

[ People back home wouldn't insult him, he has a reputation. He holds out the Gin, to return it. ]

... chocolate, though? [Sissy.

He takes back the bottle.]

Well, I think I could mix you something that might go down more easily.

[Hey, he still wants to treat him.]

[ He grumbles under his breath that chocolate is delicious, looking to the side with an indignant frown. ]

Doesn't matter. [ Shizuo sighs. ] Whaddaya got?

[ He could even mix the drinks, he wouldn't mind. Being an ex-bartender, he can make a mean night cap. ]

[Gin mainly drinks straight gin and martinis, so he's mostly got gin, vodka, and vermouth, with some sweeter variants of the latter that Shizuo might be able to do something with? There's also some whisky... he's hoarding a lot more bottles in here than he's storing food, it seems.

He'll fish them out for Shizuo to pick from.]

[ Shizuo notes with a flat look that Gin's shamble of an apartment could be more easily described as a bar. He wonders if the man drinks to drown his sorrows, but looking around his place, he decides he probably drinks so everything looks better. ]

This. [ The sweet vermouth. He's okay with that, but it's far more palatable mixed with something. He takes it and weighs it in his hand, eyes cruising over the label. ]

Is a good gift. This isn't a cheap bottle. You found it, huh. [ He could manage it, regardless. ] Anything to mix this with, or am I on my own?

Have it, it's yours. [He gives him the closest thing he has to a polite smile. Still crooked, still icy— those eyes always have a cold, empty look to them, no matter what expression he wears— but it's the nicest one he has.]

I'm afraid I haven't got any chocolate or anything else you might be into. [It seems to Gin that if he mixed it with something, the result wouldn't be to Shizuo's tastes.]

Thanks, Gin. [ The lack of honorific is likely because he forgot to slap one on, but it'll probably stick anyway.

He smiles back all the same. Looking down at the bottle, he raises it a bit, as though toasting to him before screwing off the top to take a whiff. Shizuo's nose wrinkles in distaste, but he coaches his face into apathy in the presence of a hard liquor veteran.

He tilts it back and takes a swig right off the top, not even bothering to look for a cup. He licks his lips and assesses the flavour. ] Could be worse.

Is that any way to talk about a gift... [Assuming this was an invitation to start drinking, Gin sits on the edge of his bed and unceremoniously throws back some gin like it's water.]

[ Snorting and wiping his mouth a little after another, more dainty sip, Shizuo watches him toss back his signature drink and suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. ]

Could be worse. [ He reiterates. ] Doesn't mean it's all bad. I don't think you take offense to much. [ Another sip, but he's smirking behind the mouth of the bottle. ] Except "old man".

[He responds gruffly:] Hmph, I'm not that old, brat.

[ That was strangely predictable. Shizuo can't help but scoff at his reply. ] Well, how young are ya then?

[ He did look younger without the trench coat and hat, Shizuo mused. Maybe because they looked old fashioned. Like the fedora. ]

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