madimpossibledreamer

Inspired by session 5 of the cowboy bebop netflix

        Ta-bo is just kind of…lying over the couch when he returns.  It’s entirely possible that he and Saori managed to go out, bag themselves a bounty, and return before he did, but given his terrible luck today and the cans of beer on the table, he’s fairly certain he doesn’t have to ask.
        Instead, he just collapses on the opposite chair, groaning, and Ta-bo opens his eyes and glances over, bleary gaze sharpening as he stares at Masaharu with those eyes that pick out little details most of all when he doesn’t want him to do that.
        “Are you okay?” he asks hesitantly, and Masaharu sighs.  He doesn’t particularly want to answer.
        His partner is lazy and a big believer in the power of…what is it, inner xia?  But he gets to his feet easily enough and makes his way over, still graceful enough on his feet despite the slight hesitation in his steps that says he’s a little tipsy, maybe even drunk, but he holds it well.  “Never mind, don’t answer.  I don’t know why I asked when it was pretty obvious.  You hurt?  Anything I can do?”
        “I could use a beer,” he responds, even though technically he is kinda hurt, in some sense of the word.  He really doesn’t want to deal with it right now.
        “We kind of drank them all.  Saori drank me under the table, figuratively.”  At least he sounds apologetic.
        Kaito groans.  “I take it back.  I liked it better when the two of you weren’t getting along.”
        “Come on.  I don’t have many woos, but I can probably buy you at least one beer.”  Tak holds out a hand to pull Kaito up.  His hand is warm and strong, like his smile.