Yeah. Are you into that sort of work too? [It's a guess, but he's got the kind of looks for it, and Momo's not sure he would've zeroed in on that particular detail out of all of them if he wasn't at least interested, if not involved.
He leans against his kitchen counter, such that Leo would have to face away from the argument happening nearer the window to talk to him face-to-face anyway. It doesn't do much about the dulcet tones of memory-him and Yuki talking about settling things with their fists once their words run out (admittedly, most people would've been too drunk to even string words together after the amount Momo had been forced to drink before the start of this memory, and even his other self in the memory concedes it - "I'm so drunk I can barely stand, but that won't stop me from K.O.ing you!"), but it's something.]
Huh. I figured this was a dream. [One hand curls under his chin thoughtfully. He's still not entirely convinced it's not a dream, but if other entire people that he doesn't know are involved, he has to at least entertain the possibility it's not.] Do you remember how you got out?
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He leans against his kitchen counter, such that Leo would have to face away from the argument happening nearer the window to talk to him face-to-face anyway. It doesn't do much about the dulcet tones of memory-him and Yuki talking about settling things with their fists once their words run out (admittedly, most people would've been too drunk to even string words together after the amount Momo had been forced to drink before the start of this memory, and even his other self in the memory concedes it - "I'm so drunk I can barely stand, but that won't stop me from K.O.ing you!"), but it's something.]
Huh. I figured this was a dream. [One hand curls under his chin thoughtfully. He's still not entirely convinced it's not a dream, but if other entire people that he doesn't know are involved, he has to at least entertain the possibility it's not.] Do you remember how you got out?