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@geralt. The double take Geralt gives him has him huff out a slightly amused laugh.
Yeah, right back at you.
The older man's hunter green smoke shifted: it lightened before darkening in color. Towa could interpret this as the other being happy but also knowing there was something lingering. Not to mention his tone. There was an underlying hint of... desperation? Eagerness? Maybe even a bit of bitterness for not saying what was on his mind at the moment.
So, what're you doing here? Drinking until you're about ready to ignore me for a month, hm?

@sakuragi haruto. ᵗᵒʷᵃ Geralt takes one look, then another- was that towa? He thought he’d get one last drink before leaving the town. Before asking towa to possibly come with him. He didn’t know if he was going to ask, a bit too afraid of rejection. Better to suffer in silence, as usual.
He tilts his cup bad, using the back of his sleeve to wipe his mouth.
Nope, towa! Nice to see you!
He’s going to need five more beers to keep his soft enough so he doesn’t towa here on the bar. Stat.

@geralt. Having settled down in the bar for a bit, Towa lifts his head when hearing a familiar voice. Quirking a brow over his usual: whiskey on the rocks, his head tilts to the other.
Should I be surprised to find you here?

Saunters in here, unawares and unarmed, requesting a beer- no, make that two, he corrected himself.

@kim doyoon. another day, another dollar; or so he was told. a simple evening job to make a bit of extra pocket cash consisting of cleaning glasses and dealing with rowdy drunkards. it was straightforward enough and none too different from what he experienced at the auto shop with his coach. so when the offer was proposed to him - under the nose and behind the back of said guardian - he accepted. it was not as if he was unfamiliar with nightlife, rather he had lived all facets of it, from the person behind the bar to the customer in front of it with a partner who afforded his time on his arm. therefore, he was also no stranger to the screams and arguments that erupted when potentially previously consensual interactions became quickly unwarranted. one of which such nature was taking place in front of him now not too far from his station. he had been keeping an eye on the pair for some time, namely since the evening was quiet with few on the floor and because the shorter of the couple seemed a bit ... out of sorts. last thing he wanted was to become an eye witness to a case he had no part in, which would only bode misfortune for him and his particular living situation. he attempted to ignore it the best he could, but when slurred words became too loud to ignore, he found his feet already guiding him away from the counter and to the feuding pair.

[ ] sorry for the super late starter but i hope this is ok!! ;; feel free to take this in any direction you want