[Ah..he's getting better about being a guest. A free-loader. There's something fond in his expression, even as Takasugi looks (looks, does not smell) like he's spent he entire night getting blasted. A finger thoughtfully tends to a feigned itch at his chin.
He'd ask what was wrong/what happened/etc if this were anyone but Takasugi. Briefly, he tilts his head to rest it atop the other man's -- a gesture that substitutes the place of a hug.
Weirdos.
He has so many questions, but he'll spare him until they've reached their destination. Not to imply that he's safe from Solomon's obnoxious whims. He'll proceed to do this weird turn around, slight back up, slight bend and lift, grabbing Takasugi by the underside of his thighs and urging him onto his back.
no subject
He'd ask what was wrong/what happened/etc if this were anyone but Takasugi. Briefly, he tilts his head to rest it atop the other man's -- a gesture that substitutes the place of a hug.
Weirdos.
He has so many questions, but he'll spare him until they've reached their destination. Not to imply that he's safe from Solomon's obnoxious whims. He'll proceed to do this weird turn around, slight back up, slight bend and lift, grabbing Takasugi by the underside of his thighs and urging him onto his back.
A piggyback ride.]