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delrhei_writingTitle: Friendly Conversation
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kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Mizuki, Aoba
Word Count: 415
Genre: Friendship
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Mizuki and Aoba share drinks over a friendly conversation.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: Wrote this earlier this morning, just getting around to posting it.
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1drabble : #5 - Memory (Drabble Table)
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“Everything is a lot harder now,” Mizuki leaned back in his chair, lifting his glass of whiskey to his lips and taking a swig of the dark, bitter liquid, taking the harsh bite to it with accustomed ease. He turned his gaze toward his drinking buddy for the evening.
“You’re just saying that. Rhyme isn’t going to take over and push Ribsters out. You know that as well as I do,” Aoba chuckled and sipped from his longneck of beer, eyeing Mizuki with a bored stare. “And I don’t even play either of them.”
Mizuki snorted and downed the rest of his liquor, “But you don’t even get where I’m coming from.”
“Yes, I do, and you’re being unreasonable about it all,” Aoba laughed and swallowed down more of his beer, “Since Rhyme became popular do you have any memory of Rib loosing it’s foot hold around here?”
With a scowl, Mizuki grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured himself more into his glass, “You really aren’t going to take my side in this are you?”
“I don’t need to take sides that’s what I’m trying to show you,” Aoba said, shaking his head. “I don’t play either of them, and I’m not going to start now, so there's no reason for me to take sides.”
He heaved a sigh, drinking down more of his whiskey before exhaling a sharp breath, his throat burning all the way to his gut from the alcohol, “Maybe you’re right.”
“Of course I am,” he winked at him, easily drinking more from his longneck bottle.
Mizuki rolled his eyes and shoved his shoulder, “Come off the high horse Aoba.”
“It’s a stool not a horse,” Aoba snorted with laughter at his own joke, causing Mizuki to join him.
“You are such a loser,” Mizuki said.
“Then you’re friends with this loser,” Aoba shoved Mizuki back.
“Who said we were friends?”
“Oh don’t start that now!”
“Hey, calm down! Don’t spill your beer!”
Aoba laughed, only making Mizuki bust out with his own laughter, the previous topic somehow lost in their friendly bickering. When things settled, Aoba slowly sipped his beer, finished off the bottle, eyeing Mizuki from his peripheral, glad that he'd drifted his friend from the topic of Rhyme and Rib... at least for the time being.
“Get me another beer will ya?” Aoba nudged the bottle against Mizuki's arm.
The brunette swatted at him, amusement in his gaze, “Get it your damn self, you know where they are.”
Cross Posted to:1drabble
Author:
kryss_delrheiFandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Mizuki, Aoba
Word Count: 415
Genre: Friendship
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Mizuki and Aoba share drinks over a friendly conversation.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: Wrote this earlier this morning, just getting around to posting it.
Prompt:
1drabble : #5 - Memory (Drabble Table)--
“Everything is a lot harder now,” Mizuki leaned back in his chair, lifting his glass of whiskey to his lips and taking a swig of the dark, bitter liquid, taking the harsh bite to it with accustomed ease. He turned his gaze toward his drinking buddy for the evening.
“You’re just saying that. Rhyme isn’t going to take over and push Ribsters out. You know that as well as I do,” Aoba chuckled and sipped from his longneck of beer, eyeing Mizuki with a bored stare. “And I don’t even play either of them.”
Mizuki snorted and downed the rest of his liquor, “But you don’t even get where I’m coming from.”
“Yes, I do, and you’re being unreasonable about it all,” Aoba laughed and swallowed down more of his beer, “Since Rhyme became popular do you have any memory of Rib loosing it’s foot hold around here?”
With a scowl, Mizuki grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured himself more into his glass, “You really aren’t going to take my side in this are you?”
“I don’t need to take sides that’s what I’m trying to show you,” Aoba said, shaking his head. “I don’t play either of them, and I’m not going to start now, so there's no reason for me to take sides.”
He heaved a sigh, drinking down more of his whiskey before exhaling a sharp breath, his throat burning all the way to his gut from the alcohol, “Maybe you’re right.”
“Of course I am,” he winked at him, easily drinking more from his longneck bottle.
Mizuki rolled his eyes and shoved his shoulder, “Come off the high horse Aoba.”
“It’s a stool not a horse,” Aoba snorted with laughter at his own joke, causing Mizuki to join him.
“You are such a loser,” Mizuki said.
“Then you’re friends with this loser,” Aoba shoved Mizuki back.
“Who said we were friends?”
“Oh don’t start that now!”
“Hey, calm down! Don’t spill your beer!”
Aoba laughed, only making Mizuki bust out with his own laughter, the previous topic somehow lost in their friendly bickering. When things settled, Aoba slowly sipped his beer, finished off the bottle, eyeing Mizuki from his peripheral, glad that he'd drifted his friend from the topic of Rhyme and Rib... at least for the time being.
“Get me another beer will ya?” Aoba nudged the bottle against Mizuki's arm.
The brunette swatted at him, amusement in his gaze, “Get it your damn self, you know where they are.”
Cross Posted to:
1drabble
