RP Log: Saeki & Sengoku

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Date: Shortly after the fight Ryou and Saeki had in the stairwell and outside their room.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sengoku drags Saeki off to get him drunk and talk to him about what happened with Ryou and to try and knock some sense into him. Literally.



So how much alcohol did it take to get one Irish teenager and one Australian teenager drunk enough to start talking about their true feelings and emotions? Well, Sengoku wasn't exactly sure of the exact amount, but he figured that if the amount of he'd managed to secure from his various sources wasn't enough, it'd at least be enough to loosen their, mostly Saeki's, tongues enough so that neither one would feel too awkward talking about some important things.

Having dropped off all the necessary supplies in one of the lesser used rooms of the Ravenclaw house, Sengoku walked quickly back to his room to get the 'guest of honor.' It was late enough that he knew there wouldn't be too many places Saeki could have wandered off to besides their shared room. The redhead just had to make sure he caught and hauled Saeki away before the twins saw either one of them and asked what was going on. It really wouldn't have done any good to start the night off on a sour note for his best friend.

Within minutes, Sengoku was back in his room and eyeing the beds to see if Saeki was in the room or not. Spotting the familiar dual-colored hairstyle of his intended prey, Sengoku grinned. Now to get Saeki's attention. He could have just called out Saeki's name and be done with that, but Sengoku wasn't feeling so nice. Pulling out his wand, the redhead pointed to one of the pillows on his bed and, with a whisper, directed it to hover just above Saeki's unsuspecting head. Raising his wrist up, Sengoku gave the back of Saeki's head a very satisfying 'thump' with the levitating pillow.

Saeki was lying in bed, exhausted from his day of classes and practice, and avoiding a certain twin from Japan, and all he wanted to do was lie peacefully in bed, read the same paragraph over six times without it sinking in because his mind was elsewhere and then maybe pass out.

All was going according to plan until a pillow thumped down on his head. "You know, I'm getting tired of my friends using me to practice magic on..." He wasn't really upset, annoyed just a little, but he knew it was the redhead and it was done in a lighthearted fashion as Sengoku would let his anger vent in more creative and torturous ways. But given their talks on his journal and the strength behind their friendship, Saeki knew he still had a little time to prepare for the major attack and for now just focus on the redhead wanting to get information out of him.

Turning over to face the one that disturbed his rest, the Aussie gave a carefree smile that he knew wouldn't fool Sengoku in the least, but would at least show he was open to talking with his best friend, though what he would actually admit to or how much of the truth would be told without a big tap dancing number around it would for now remain a mystery. "What can I do you for, mate?"

Grinning lightly once he had gotten Saeki's attention, the redhead began walking the rest of the way into the room and to stand beside Saeki's bed. "Would you be so tired of it if I said that I was using you as target practice instead?" Oh, he was still mad at Saeki, of course, even if he was going to help his friend out. It would take a bit more time before he would be willing to completely forgive his friend for the headache he'd put him through, but a simple pillow-bashing was a good start at expressing himself at least. He'd probably stick to using that method to get Saeki's attention for a while.

Sengoku had seen realer smiles on mannequins in store windows when compared to the smile on the other boy's face. However, it was a sign that the redhead had no problem deciphering. Grabbing the pillow that had previously hit Saeki with magic, Sengoku shoved it into his face before grabbing another and tucking it under one arm. Grabbing Saeki's wrist with the other, Sengoku grinned his own fake smile, but kept his tone light. He accepted Saeki's willingness, but he was saving the true talk and speech for later. "You can take that pillow and follow me to have our piss up night elsewhere before the twins come back and try to find out what we're up to,"

Hell yes, getting drunk right now sounded like an awesome idea, though Saeki knew that with the drinks came a lot of heavy talking, even if he was willing to give it a go for his friend, he just wasn't sure how much of it he wanted to talk about, and this thought made the smile of the idea of being drunk fade and was nearly replaced with a groan into the pillow that was shoved in his face.

But the glares, as timid as they were, being sent his way from Atsushi and the hurt look in Ryou's eyes were something he could do without for the night and allowed himself to be dragged off the bed by the redhead. With the pillow tucked neatly under his own free arm, Saeki gave a more genuine smile, spirits all ready starting to lift at getting to hang out with the Irish boy and alcohol for the night. "Nothing like a few pints in your system to make you a logical thinker again. Let's go get piss assed drunk."

Since Sengoku and Saeki were well trained in the art of getting around to places without having anyone notice them, it didn't take them long to reach the location Sengoku had set up for their night alone. The redhead hadn't really done much, brought in a few blankets and pillows, transformed a few chairs into a large mattress, and brought in the before mentioned alcohol, but the overall effect and arrangement of the room had the effect Sengoku was going for. Someplace very private where the two of them could just be and talk, with the only other person they fully trusted.

Opening the door into the room and dragging Saeki inside, Sengoku quickly closed it behind him and muttered a quick, colloportus, adding even just that tiny bit more sense of privacy to the room. That done with, the redhead turned to give Saeki a small grin and, without any other sort of preamble, plopped himself down on the mattress, the only piece of furniture actually in the room, and laid back. "Well?" he invited, crossing his arms behind his head. "You should make yourself comfortable. We have a long night before us and it will be much more enjoyable if you're not standing the whole time."

Saeki looked around the room, taking in the minimal surroundings until his eyes fell on the alcohol laying an arm's length away from Sengoku. That's all he needed to see before flopping down across from the redhead on the large comfy mattress. He trusted the other boy more than anyone else and knew anything he said to him would be kept between them and he wouldn't have to worry about Sengoku sugar coating things to keep from hurting him. Though, in this instance, Saeki was sort of hoping to have some sugar coated words tossed his way, especially if he got drunk enough to keep on rambling and explain every little detail that happened that night.

Pulling his legs up to sit cross legged, Saeki grinned playfully at the Irish boy. "Will this be a twenty questions type of deal, or a you feed me drink after drink and just let me ramble on? Either way, I'm sure you'll eventually get all the information you want."

Straight to the point, hm? The matter must have really been bothering Saeki more than even he, himself, realized if the dual-haired boy was already bringing up the main reason they were here tonight without dancing around the subject, as he was prone to do. Even corned, Saeki didn't give up information about himself freely. Besides showing just how bothered Saeki was by the whole mess, his straightforwardness also displayed just how much he trusted Sengoku. He had no doubt that the redhead wouldn't betray him and tell anyone else about what would be spoken tonight.

Shrugging, Sengoku sat up and reached for two bottles, handing one to Saeki and keeping the other for himself. Twisting open the cap easily, the Irish teen took a quick sip of his drink before patting Saeki lightly on the knee. "We'll do whatever comfortable," Sengoku stated, dropping the more formal and less-accented speech he stuck to during the day. It was just another one of those little signs of trust between them.

Saeki accepted the bottle with a small nod in thanks and twisted the cap off with as much ease as the Irish boy had, thanks to all their times sneaking off to have drinks in the past. He eyed the opened bottle a moment in thought before tipping it to his mouth and taking a large swig. He wanted a buzz as quickly as he could if he was going to get through this night. No matter how much he trusted Sengoku and wanted to fill the other in on his problems and hear what he had to say, Saeki didn't really look forward to actually having to figure out what exactly his deeper underlying problems with commitment were.

After another two swigs and have the contents of the bottle drained away, cerulean eyes lifted to meet emerald as he nibbled on his lower lip --a nervous habit he didn't let many see-- before finally starting his tale that the redhead was wanting to hear. "You already know about the massage, since you apparently gave Ryou all my weaknesses. Thanks for that by the way. I think I might've mentioned something to the effect of if he had given a massage like that to anyone else, hinting at Chitose and being intimate with him. I also told him that he shouldn't put so much into making me happy especially because that makes him happy... and..." He paused to finish off the remainder of his drink, a small buzz already starting to form from finishing the first one so quickly. There was no way he wanted to be sober as he told the embarrassing parts. "I fell off the bed."

To be fair, Sengoku wanted to argue and say that he hadn't told Ryou all that much about Saeki and his weaknesses, but the redhead wasn't so callous as to say something like that when he was trying to help his friend work through his problems. Instead, he just remained silent, not doing much but sitting and holding his still mostly full drink. When Saeki mentioned how he might have been a bit of an ass and brought up Chitose, the redhead didn't bother to hide the motion of rolling his eyes, showing just what he thought of that. Hearing that last bit though, one of the redhead's eyebrows rose to meet his hairline. Well, those things did certainly raise a few questions for him to ask, but out of the ones Sengoku could have picked, he went for the one that would bring him the most enjoyment. He still did have his headache, after all. "You fell off the bed?" he asked with a grin.

Saeki gave a nod as he leaned over to reach for another bottle. "Yes. I fell off the bed. It's not that funny, mate. I hit my head on the beside table!" He twisted open his newly acquired bottle and fiddled with the lid with a pout as he remembered the fall and the events that happened immediately after it. "Eros swatted at me as well because I wouldn't pet him... I then made Ryou leave the room in tears as he stated 'I'll just go find them and tell them we're through.' Like he had already given up on me. Me! You don't just ditch me like that!" As he stopped to catch his breath from the ranting that was slowly increasing in speed and with fewer breathing areas, Saeki realized that his bottle wasn't as full as it had been a few seconds earlier and wondered exactly when he found the time to take a swig. Shrugging, he took another sip. "Wait, what part was I at? Right. Ryou said he wanted me to be his first kiss and I said I wanted it and apologized for not being the man he thought I was... and he brought up how at least that snake wanted him."

Why was it when anyone ever said that something wasn't funny, it immediately became at least 10 times funnier? Sengoku had to take a quick swallow of his drink to stop himself from laughing out-right at Saeki and his indignation. And Saeki's protest at his hurt pride didn't help matters any either. From his reaction and ranting, you would have thought that Saeki had just been turned down without any rhythm or reason, though that certainly hadn't been the case. Ryou's previous conversation with him had certainly proved that much. Clearing his throat to keep the laughter from bubbling up, Sengoku focused his attention seriously once more at what Saeki was saying, putting together the pieces from hearing both sides now. But now he was a little lost at just what Saeki was getting at. When Sengoku had talked to Ryou, the other boy hadn't mentioned anything about Saeki saying that he hadn't wanted him. Well, there were lines that said maybe Saeki had suggested he had a better partner to hurt Ryou with, but nothing about him not wanting him at all. Taking a hold of Saeki's hand that was wrapped around the bottle and in the process of taking another swallow, Sengoku held firm. "Explain that last part?" he more ordered than asked, eyes serious.

Saeki nearly whimpered when the bottle was abruptly stopped from delivering him the alcohol he desperately wanted in order to finish the story in all its detail, but didn't feel like fighting Sengoku for it back, knowing that giving some form of an answer would have better results. "I don't know what you're talking about." He gave an experimental tug on his captured arm, frowning at the grip still holding firm. "There's nothing else to explain, really. Like I said, I told him I wasn't who he thought I was and was probably more of a threat to him than any of the snakes since I seem to hurt him so much better than any of them have, and he replied with that at least Chitose wanted him, even if it was for the wrong reasons." Saeki scrunched his nose up as he tried once more to free his hand and alcohol from the redhead before giving up and waiting for it to be returned to him when Sengoku was ready to let him have it back.

Under normal circumstances, aka when he was sober, Saeki and Sengoku were about evenly matched in strength, but after polishing off nearly two bottles in such a short span of time, the Aussie was having a bit more difficulty in keeping up. "I don't know what else you want to know. That ends that part of the tale as the broken fragile heart of our play has fled the stage to sit and cry in the stairwell."

Letting the frown he felt actually grace his face, Sengoku released the grip he had on Saeki's hand. giving him the chance to resume his quick ingestion of the alcoholic beverage. The redhead now had a piece of information that he'd been missing beforehand that made some things a whole lot clearer. He knew that there was a miscommunication error going on between the two, but he hadn't known that to a degree, Saeki was causing that error by trying to be something that he wasn't. He was, to a small degree, trying to put Ryou's feelings before himself, even if he did do so by hurting the other boy at every twist and turn.

Oh, he'd hit Saeki. There wasn't any doubt of that. But now maybe he wouldn't hit him as hard... Or as many times. And he'd leave Saeki's hair alone. But he'd still hit him. He'd had a headache for too long to let it just go without some sort of payback, as petty as it was. Besides, it might actually get something into the few brain cells that Saeki seemed to still possess somehow. Now that he knew a bit more of what was bothering his friend so much, he was trying to be a good friend, but it kept blowing up in his face and getting worse, the issue was how to solve all of that. However, Sengoku wasn't hoping for miracles nor did he want to work and do everything for his friends himself. He'd settle for at least making Saeki realize just how stupid he was acting and do what he always did instead of acting so cautious.

"So now we know the tale of woe," Sengoku said, rolling his eyes and leaning back, resting his weight on one arm as he brought the other holding the bottle to his lips. "Feel like telling me what's fueling this tragedy before we get to the final curtain call?"

Success! With his hand free, Saeki downed the remainder of his beverage, setting the empty bottle down next to the other discarded one. He was tempted to grab another drink, but decided he was buzzed enough with his head starting to swim, and the room spinning around him when he laid down on his back on the soft mattress. A small laugh popped out when he thought about the next part of his story, and was a bit grateful that he was feeling how he was otherwise it would've been skipped and left to Shiraishi to leave hints about it. "We'll get to all that sssoon." Damn, he already had a small slur starting, and only after two drinks. Wait, did he eat today? He could remember a small breakfast, and an apple at lunch, but he had skipped dinner to retreat in the library claiming a divination paper was due tomorrow. Oops.

"... there was my mini breakdown where I yelled apologies to everyone, which is what dear darlin' Kuranosuke keeps mentioning he heard through the wallsss. So you can go ahead and have a good laugh at that one, mate. Yer mate who's usually so put together went on meltdown for all the dormitory to hear. Oh, I think I mumbled a confession as well, but Ryou was all ready long gone." His Australian accent was starting to slip out more than he usually let it, knowing from past experiences that when he was drunk it was damn near impossible for him to be fully understood. He laughed again when the memories of his and Sengoku's first time drinking together popped into his head. It hadn't taken long for them both to be completely intoxicated, both their accents out in full force, using terms the other had no clue what they meant, leaving them to giggle every time the other spoke.

Before continuing the story, Saeki nibbled his bottom lip again, trying to remember which part he was at and what he could get away with leaving out. "So I find him cryin' on the stairwell with that bloody cat of his, which by the way decided to hate me that night, and I dunno what to do to make thingss better, so I told him to at least go back to the room to sleep and I'll sleep in the common room.... he said no, I said I wasn't going to be held responsible when Sushi couldn't find him because he had probably buggered off to the Forbidden Forest again, and..." Oh man, how he was starting to think he didn't have enough alcohol in him just yet to start explaining all the nitty gritty of the fight. Especially with the part involving the redhead coming up. Sitting up, Saeki crawled over Sengoku to reach for another bottle, plopping himself down beside his friend, running his fingers over the bottle before opening and starting on it.

The main reason why Sengoku didn’t like to play the mediator between people was that he had a hard time keeping his emotions out of his assessment of a situation. And when he was knowledgeable to both sides of the issue, he was even more prone to leaning more one ways than the other. However, simply because he knew this was a habit of his, Sengoku always took a great deal of care to think things thoroughly before he spoke. He had practice with this little measure of care due to the guard he kept over his feelings, measuring each word he spoke to make sure it only implied the emotions that he wanted to imply. And the Irishman knew, that if he opened his mouth right now, the words that would come out wouldn’t be the ones he wanted to use later on. So he just sat there, playing with the half-empty bottle of drink he had started with. Letting his thoughts go any which way and mulling over the little details as he pieced together the words he wanted.

He nearly had the entire gist of it now. Saeki, who had been upset with Chitose getting Ryou’s first kiss, had been a royal arse lately, and it had finally caught up to Ryou. Ryou, in an effort to make amends, had asked for some advice from Sengoku, mostly on things that he could do to show that he was sorry and to keep Atsushi away while they talked, if what had occurred afterward could be considered talking. Things had been said that weren’t exactly taken in the best of light. Saeki had tried to let Ryou down and deter him from pursuing a serious relationship with him. Ryou had taken it to mean more than Saeki had and jumped the gun, leaving for the common rooms. Leaving Saeki to the mercy of some very angry pets. Saeki had followed, to try and fix some damage that he had made, however intentional or unintentional it had been. But not before losing his calm and shouting at everything, of course. Then Saeki had offered to sleep in the common rooms, if only so Atsushi and Sengoku himself wouldn’t have his hide later on. Then there was A LOT more miscommunication as the two once again, tried to express themselves. Saeki trying to explain his fear of a devoted and strict relationships and his feelings of jealously, without actually admitting he was jealous, and Ryou trying to explain his hopelessly devoted and naive nature, putting others before himself and seeking the romantic ideal. Then Saeki had mucked things over and dragged HIS name into the mess, making Ryou feel lower than dirt. Then something happened, here the redhead was at a lose since no one bothered to tell him what happened afterwards, and the two were on speaking terms again, but even more confused and lost than before. Thus making Sengoku play the middleman and try to solve things, giving him a colossal headache in the meantime.

Now, Saeki didn’t know that he already knew his friend had used him against Ryou, but Sengoku didn’t feel nice enough to let Saeki get away with not having to admit that to him, not when Saeki knew how much he disliked being dragged into things against his will. Heaving a deep sigh, Sengoku tipped his head back and chugged the rest of his bottle down in one go. There was really only one thing he could say at a time like this, with enough of a reply to Saeki as well as expressing the unknown thoughts that were swimming in Sengoku’s head. “Fuck Kou. When you fuck things over, you really fuck them over.”

"You know me, when I do something, I have to go all out. Nothing is half-assed with me." Saeki grinned and took a slow sip of his drink, deciding to slow down a little on his attempts at getting drunk. Even with Sengoku's reply to all that he had just heard, Saeki knew his friend was biting his tongue to hear all of the story before judging him completely and felt a little more at ease with the next part. After all, how many times over the years had they only confided in the other, trusting them completely to be honest with them and still be their best friend at the end of it all.

Saeki traced his finger along the label on his bottle, letting them soak in the silence a minute or two, just long enough for him to raise his eyes to Sengoku's and confess the rest of his stupidity. "Kiyo, you don't know how right you are. We haven't even reached the climax of the epic battle yet. Worse yet, you had a cameo in it. Ah hell." He was over beating around the bush, sort of. "Ryou told me to go 'fook' myself," Thanks to the helping hand of alcohol, Saeki found that much more amusing this time around and felt the need to share it with Sengoku by imitating the way the word had taken with Ryou's accent. Instead of finishing the tale by speaking slowly and reasonably understandable, Saeki threw on his accent in full force at top speed. "And-I-sort-of-told-him-that-I-didn't-need-to-since-I-have-you-to-do-it-fo- me." That was going to be testing waters he didn't like to swim in and he knew it.

"But! You can rest assured that I was all ready sufficiently punished for my abuse of our relationship and trust, which you will agree with if I tell what happened next." He took a large gulp of his drink that drained half the contents of the bottle, keeping an eye on the redhead's wand hand just as a precautionary. Apparently one couldn't trust his own friends not to aim it at him these days.

When Sengoku had first heard that Saeki had dragged him into all this drama, the redhead had been ready to pound his resentment over that fact into Saeki, both physically and magically. However, he had a few days since then and now to cool off his head a little and so he wasn't so much inclined to do too much damage to Saeki. That didn't mean that Saeki was going to get off easy though. The redhead wasn't that nice, nor was he inclined to starting being that nice either.

Letting Saeki's last words linger in the air for a moment, the Irish teen pretended to be thinking something over as he played with his empty bottle, eyes downcast and keeping his wand hand in clear sight. Given his well-known temper and Saeki's knowledge of mostly how his brain worked, Sengoku figured his friend would be watching him warily, waiting for Sengoku's response. He let the tension build for a moment, just to torture Saeki a bit more, before he reacted. The thing with magic was, you got so used to it that you tend to forget that there were other ways to attack as well.

Suddenly looking up, as if he had made a decision, Sengoku gave Saeki a disarming closed eyed smile, holding it for a few seconds, and then he made his move. Before Saeki could do anything other than blink at the unexpected expression, Sengoku had swung his fist out and punched Saeki in the face. Using his other hand. And aiming for the dual haired boy's eye.

He deserved it, he knew he did, but that didn't make it any more expected or easier to take. He barely had any time to process the smile that Sengoku wore before he found himself lying on the ground with his free hand flying to his face that now had a stinging and throbbing sensation to it. With a hand covering the attacked eye, Saeki quietly muttered under his breath, "I forgot how well you could pack a wallop..." It wasn't the first time they had thrown punches at the other, and it probably wouldn't be the last either, because even though they were best friends, they were still teenage boys who both could have quite a temper when pushed far enough and swing a fist when the time called for it.

However much Saeki might have deserved it, it didn't mean he was going to let it slide that freely. After all, he now wore a large bruise on his face, surrounding his precious sapphire eyes of all things. Sitting up, he took the final couple swigs of his drink, set the bottle down beside him and lunged himself at the redhead with enough force to knock him backward and have Saeki pin him down. "I don't care that you hit me, I know I'm a git and deserved it, but you didn't have to get my eye! You didn't need to swing so hard either!" He held Sengoku locked in place under him as he glared at the redhead just long enough to let his anger drop a few levels. With a sigh, Saeki closed his eyes and rolled off of Sengoku to lay beside him. "I should be furious with you, but I can't be. That might be the alcohol's doing or I know I've been an arse and you're trying to help. Not to mention work out all the frustration and stress I've tossed your way."

Sengoku was expecting Saeki to do something like jump him the way he did. Even if Saeki agreed with him and knew that he was going to get punished, it didn't mean he wouldn't react in some way. Whenever they did fight with their fist against each other, it was normally because one of them had lost their control and snapped, causing the other to simply react. However, when they were done causing each other bodily harm, the air between them was always cleared once more. No matter how fierce they fought, they would immediately go back to being mates as soon as they were done.

As Saeki glared at him with his one good eye, Sengoku just stared impassively back. He'd swing again if Saeki did, but he wouldn't do more since he had gotten his forewarned hit in. When Saeki finally rolled off him, Sengoku sighed and covered his own eyes with his arm. The tension that was between them, present despite their efforts to keep it away, had finally lifted, leaving two boys without guards in its wake. For Sengoku, actions such as sighing and covering parts of his face were signs of a weakness to the redhead. He'd wear himself to death before he let anyone outside of those he trusted completely see him as anything but the relatively collected and playful Irish teenager without a care.

"I've had a serious headache, which if doesn't clear up soon, might start to worry me a bit, since this whole mess started. All because my best friend and another one of my good friends have suddenly decided to forget how to think calmly and act like little kids, messing up things, not only between themselves, but the friends connected with them," Sengoku stated, arm still covering his eyes. He gave up the position of all-knowing righteous friend, and settled into one of someone just trying their best to fix things. Less of advising and judging Saeki and just talking to him. "I'm trying my best to try and fix things so that things can go back to the way they were, but I'm in over my head. The best I can do is offer advice from a semi-neutral view and hope that they start thinking again."

"It's not like I purposely went out looking for all this trouble, or to get you so involved in it. How was I to know that Ryou had such strong feelings towards me? This is all our fault for deciding we have hormones and want our twin friends." Saeki knew that was only half true as that was the start of all the chasing, but the trouble started after Saeki verified Ryou's fears of him not wanting to commit to a serious relationship with only one person. Of course, Chitose factored into all this as well, but when placed up against everything else, he was just a minor blip on the radar. Sitting up, he took out his wand and tapped one of the full bottles while muttering a word to change the liquid contents into ice. Placing his wand back in his pocket, Saeki grabbed the frozen bottle, laid back down, and held it over his eye in attempts to keep the swelling down and not have such an obvious black eye the following day.

"Why can't things be the way they were, Kiyo?" It was a quietly asked question, one he was almost afraid to ask as it showed a bit of weakness and his worries in it, but it needed to be asked. He needed to know what his best friend thought of all the changes in their relationships with each other and the twins and where they would go from there. He had fears of losing Sengoku and the bond they had since they first met after the Sorting Hat ritual.

Before Sengoku even really thought about it, his mouth had opened and a slightly sarcastic reply spilled forth. "My hormones and the screw ups they cause are going along just fine, thank you." When he realized what he had said, Sengoku winced. That was harsh, even for him at his most truthful. Being this open and vulnerable often made him snappish, causing him to say things he didn't mean. Saeki had dealt with this trait before, but Sengoku still apologized each time he let his harsher side show. He had it, but it wasn't a part of him he was proud of. "Sorry," he mumbled, shifting around on the mattress so he could grab another bottle. He wasn't going to drink it. He just needed something to do or hold with his hands. "The punch was enough. Didn't mean to pour salt on anything."

Mulling over Saeki's question, Sengoku's fingers made little idle circles on the sides of the bottle that was resting on his stomach, before he sighed again and put the bottle back where he had gotten it from. "Because stagnation leads to destruction," Sengoku quoted, finally decided to sit up. In some sense, the quote didn't quite fit and in some other sense, it did. It all depended on how you wanted to look at things. Casting a look to where Saeki lay, Sengoku, knowing without having to be told what his friend's real fears were, moved so that he was sitting at the top of Saeki's head. Without any preamble, the redhead picked up his friend's head and laid it on his thigh, stretching out his legs as he did so. Leaning over, Sengoku placed a small kiss on Saeki's forehead and met the dual-haired boy's eyes with his own emerald ones. "But no matter how much things change, there will always be some constants."

While it was true that Sengoku could sometimes speak without thinking, and those were the times that really left an impression on you, and Saeki was used to it having been known to pick up the Irish teen's temper and traits at times as well, that didn't mean it was any easier to take when you were all ready feeling like crap and hating yourself. "I personally think having the clothes zapped off my body while I'm locked out of our room was enough..." With his hand going numb from the cold, Saeki switched from holding the bottle over his eye from his left hand to his right. He wasn't so much upset over the punch anymore as annoyed with how his luck had changed for the worse and everything was sliding down hill for him, and especially annoyed that his friend chose to hit him in the eye, knowing full well how proud he was of those startling blues he possessed. He knew he could be a little vain and shallow when it came to his looks, especially his hair and eyes, but there was no need to constantly go after them to get his attention or listening ear.

When Sengoku decided to become his pillow, Saeki shifted slightly to get comfortable in his lap, and set his ice bottle down beside them, having used it long enough to keep the swelling down, though the intensity of the colour that was rising was something he couldn't control as easily. Some things were constants... Saeki hoped his friend was right, but with the small kiss to his forehead and the expression emerald eyes held, Saeki's fears began to wash away, convinced by the unspoken words that their friendship would come out of all of this unharmed and just as it lay now. "Hey, thanks... for everything. I know you've been through a lot of stress lately because of my stupidity, and now you're trying to sort it out and knock some sense into me, somewhat literally," He teased and lazily pointed to his eye. "But I promise you from now on I'll try to keep whatever else may happen from spilling over to you. ...and your budding relationship with Atsushi."

His eyes slid shut and let out a sigh of breath that he felt like he had been holding the last few days, feeling weak and vulnerable from laying everything out like that. He wouldn't dare to even think about having this sort of talk with anyone other than Sengoku, but even so he felt like he was whining and acting like a spoiled child in need of constant affection and attention, or just the right amount and kind of affection since he was a mess over Ryou's admission of loving him and wanting only him.

"I would have paid good money to see that," the Irish teen teased. It was one thing to say that a person was forgiven, but it was another to actually mean it. The redhead was aware that he needed to prove that he'd really gotten over his temper and things were right again to himself as much as he did to Saeki. One of the best ways to show this, was to start up a bit of banter between them. They were both skilled at reading between the lines after all. "The great and sexy Koujirou Saeki. Humbled by a small Asian roommate and a kneazle."

Sengoku didn't bother to hide the slightly condescending look, in the form of rolling his eyes, on his face at Saeki's mention of the stress he'd been going through. No, he certainly didn't enjoy the headaches, but he'd deal with them. Of course, that train of thought might have developed only because Saeki seemed to finally have come to his senses. The promise to keep his nose out of Sengoku's own love life didn't hurt any either. Nor did the punch he'd happily gotten in. Still, Sengoku accepted his friend's apology, though he didn't say anything. Instead, the redhead began running his fingers gently through Saeki's hair, playing with the tips and massaging his scalp slightly. Actions did tend to speak louder than words with them anyway.

If Saeki felt weak and vulnerable, then Sengoku was a bundle of nerves and relaxed at the same time. He wasn't this personal and caring towards many people, truthfully, it was only with 2 other family members and Saeki that he was, instead using a teasing and more know-it-all type attitude when offering advice to anyone else. He didn't like to show that he'd do anything to take care of his friends, but that he didn't know exactly how to do so without either causing further harm, or becoming too relied upon. Eventually, he'd have to admit to Atsushi that he wasn't always as self-assured as he made himself out to be, but when he'd admit such a thing... Sengoku had a feeling that might be his falling out with the other twin when the time came.

"And I, for once, am glad you missed such excitement." His good eye slid open a moment to review Sengoku's expression as he aimed to provoke Saeki into some friendly banter, before closing again. "Both of which have tempers that could rival your own, love." He grinned, ignoring how true his friend's statement was and how he wished Shiraishi and the others in the immediate area hadn't heard his defeat and breakdown.

Luckily for Sengoku, as Saeki would have had to jinx that orange hair to a nice shade of green to match those eyes that rolled at him, Saeki still had his own eyes shut, enjoying the buzz from his inhaling of the alcoholic drinks, thus missing the condescending look.

But when fingers weaved through his hair and began to massage his scalp, Saeki was yet again reminded just how lucky he was to have Sengoku for a best friend. The carrot-top always knew what to say and do --punching him included-- to straighten him out again and be his usual calm, cool, and rational self. He wanted Sengoku to know how appreciative he was, how much he cared for him, not to mention how he would be there for him when needed. Sparkling sapphires opened to focus on Sengoku's face before an arm raised to cup his cheek and draw the Irish teen down for their lips to meet in a kiss.

The kiss was sweet and comfortable, as most things between them were. There wasn't any hidden meanings or messages that would change anything between them for better or for worse. It was just a kiss. A meeting of lips that spoke better than words usually did for the pair. Saeki's lips tasted fairly strongly of the alcohol they'd been drinking throughout the night, but it wasn't a bad taste since Sengoku knew his own lips probably tasted the same way. It was a little unusual to be kissing someone who was, more or less, upside down from you, but it was still do-able.

Sengoku had the idle thought that it probably wasn't the best idea in the world to be accepting a kiss from Saeki at the moment, but he wasn't going to exactly deny his friend the action either. Like his massage application to the dual-haired boy's scalp, Saeki's actions of kissing him was his own way of showing his appreciation for everything that his friend had done for him. Letting himself be kissed, the Irish teen responded passively, letting Saeki say what he wanted. He'd draw the line if he thought they were going too far, but he trusted Saeki to know that limit as well and step back before Sengoku made him.

Saeki craned his neck a little to find a more comfortable position to continue and deepen his kiss of appreciation. Right. Appreciation. Nothing more. Especially not after the talk they just had and how he knew Sengoku to feel about Atsushi. But what harm would it be in making sure his point got across and letting the kiss continue until it slowly melted into their lips parting and Saeki stealing a final soft peck.

He let his fingers untangle from the messy orange hair they had managed to find to let Sengoku sit up straight again, but the Aussie made no attempts to leave his comfortable lap-pillow. Ok, he was still dizzy from his record-setting downing of the drinks as well, but really Sengoku was too comfy to pass up on.

He was also Saeki's safe place, where he could let down the walls and just be himself, which he liked to think could be said about him for Sengoku. The Irish teen was also good at reading him, his hidden meanings, things left unsaid, speaking in riddles; he was usually the only one to fully understand. "Think we can manage to hide in here all night?" He really did not want to face the twins just yet, especially with a fresh black eye.

Having the trust that he'd put into Saeki, and him knowing when to back off without the redhead having to say anything, confirmed did put Sengoku a bit more at ease, if only a little bit mentally. If anything, it just meant that Saeki had taken what he'd told him seriously and there wouldn't have to be a repeat of showing of Sengoku's temper. Or his fist for that matter either. Saeki probably didn't want two black eyes after all.

Sitting up, Sengoku continued to let his fingers play with Saeki's hair, popping out his back gently by pushing his shoulder blades back. He didn't care how romantic the movies made it seem. Kissing someone upside down wasn't as nice as you'd think, especially if you were kissing for an extended period of time.

Curling a lock of hair around his finger, Sengoku nodded. It was understandable that Saeki wouldn't want to go back just yet, vanity aside, though that was probably high on the list of reasons why he didn't want to go back. It took more than just a few hours to get over admitting things that you didn't want to admit, even if it was to someone you trusted. And Sengoku certainly didn't mind being Saeki's comfort for a while longer either. "As long as one of us wakes up in time for classes, I think we'll be good."