Takatora removes his steadying hand from Kouta's arm, his hands sliding into his pockets and he hovers back slightly, letting Ryouma greet Kouta with good-natured words and an unusually (for him) endearing kiss to Kouta's cheek.
It is rather amazing seeing Ryouma not only waiting for them outside his lab, but also wearing a suit, and Takatora knows that Ryouma must have also remembered Kouta's birthday, even before he says the words to Kouta. He's glad, it means that he does actually care about Kouta, and their relationship with him.
"Don't tell me you also booked reservations for us this evening," Takatora says to Ryouma with that old affectionate half smile he's been giving him since high school. He's fairly certain Ryouma had not, but he could never be too sure. "I had to pull a few strings to get us a private room at Bonsoir."
Takatora moves closer to Kouta once more, resting his palm against the small of his back. "Your clothes are fine, I booked us a private room so that you would not be forced to feel uncomfortable by any unreasonably rude patrons.
"And I thought it would be nice for the three of us to celebrate together in private luxury." Takatora kisses Kouta's other cheek, letting his lips linger near Kouta's ear, speaking softly, and with deep affection. "Happy Birthday, Kouta."
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It is rather amazing seeing Ryouma not only waiting for them outside his lab, but also wearing a suit, and Takatora knows that Ryouma must have also remembered Kouta's birthday, even before he says the words to Kouta. He's glad, it means that he does actually care about Kouta, and their relationship with him.
"Don't tell me you also booked reservations for us this evening," Takatora says to Ryouma with that old affectionate half smile he's been giving him since high school. He's fairly certain Ryouma had not, but he could never be too sure. "I had to pull a few strings to get us a private room at Bonsoir."
Takatora moves closer to Kouta once more, resting his palm against the small of his back. "Your clothes are fine, I booked us a private room so that you would not be forced to feel uncomfortable by any unreasonably rude patrons.
"And I thought it would be nice for the three of us to celebrate together in private luxury." Takatora kisses Kouta's other cheek, letting his lips linger near Kouta's ear, speaking softly, and with deep affection. "Happy Birthday, Kouta."