"Let's hope I don't embarrass myself if I get tipsy. Should I be limiting myself to one can?" Yukio asks, staring into his can. It tastes so subtle that he can't really imagine this driving him towards drunkenness like hard liquor might, but he's read plenty of comics that have told him the opposite. There's also a traitorous part of him that wonders if he shouldn't be taking advantage of the venue today, letting himself drink himself into oblivion where it's safe and he won't be overly judged.
Maybe.
Mid-swig, Yukio glances over toward the grill at the patties sizzling away. "I exercise enough that a regular burger won't hurt," he says. He hasn't recovered fully from Fisher's attack yet, and the tips of his ears flush red as he tries to bury the thought before Dean notices, but one burger shouldn't hurt anything. "Does Castiel ever force you to eat... veggie?"
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Date: 2014-10-07 11:43 pm (UTC)Maybe.
Mid-swig, Yukio glances over toward the grill at the patties sizzling away. "I exercise enough that a regular burger won't hurt," he says. He hasn't recovered fully from Fisher's attack yet, and the tips of his ears flush red as he tries to bury the thought before Dean notices, but one burger shouldn't hurt anything. "Does Castiel ever force you to eat... veggie?"