[Imperverse] Of drinks and some tension

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[Sano leans against the wall of the small, but otherwise cozy bar, arms crossed casually at his chest, one feet perched against the wall, as he waits for his best friend to arrive. As usually, Shinpachi is late, but as that's nothing new, he's not despairing. Yet. It's a beautiful, warm summer evening and they'd agreed to meet up for their daily does of good sake at one of the few places they both agreed on. Where the sake was costy enough, that it was worth being drank, in Sano's opinion, but affordable enough for Shinpachi to not whine. Even if Sano will still end up paying. He knows it, there's no reason denying it. But that doesn't mean he'll let Shinpachi off that easily of course, without breaking a sweat.

Suddenly he hears his name being called, the loud voice carrying over all the noise of the street, but he doesn't move, until the footsteps stop and he finally looks at his best friend.]

You're late.

[He says instead of a greeting, pushing himself from the wall, hands relocating to his hips, in a ghost of admonishing, except it's really casual.]

I was starting to think you stood me up.

[He adds, grin broad and toothy, as he surveys Shinpachi.]