As Shizuo lunged off to prowl about his kitchen, Israel watched after him with a glint in his eyes that … was almost like an adult watching a toddler doing silly things. It was that sort of raw happiness where one couldn’t fight against letting it fill their chest.
As long as he could make Shizuo happy in the now, that’s all that mattered to him. Besides, when the blond had looked up at him with that lazy grin… beckoning the question that he would stay, seeking for reassurance.. he had definitely reminded Israel of some little puppy. Israel had a gnawing feeling that he would see more of this puppy-like attitude from Shizuo throughout the night.
Taking a few soft steps towards the small living room table he began to pick up a few empty cans of beer. With this, he went into the kitchen, moved swiftly around Shizuo and pulled out a bag from under the counter. Sliding each empty can in, he took himself and the bag back into the living room and placed the rest of the empty cans there - now it seemed that Shizuo just had this brandy.. a one or two cans left of beer. Was he going to go out and get more when he finished these - since he surely would soon? Israel hoped not. It might not be a great adventure for Ikebukuro’s strongest to be stumbling around the streets late at night and obviously not having a tight grasp on his mind.
All Israel knew was that Shizuo was going to be seriously hung over the next morning. Unless Shizuo was the kind of person that never got hung over… maybe he had a great memory after the events were done. Maybe he wouldn’t even remember that Israel came over.
Popping his head into the kitchen, he had the moment to see Shizuo on his tip-toes - even though he was tall enough to reach the top shelf comfortably - and pulling out another cup of ramen and slamming it heartily down like a shot glass. For a moment Israel feared that the cup would explode and chunks of dried veggies and ramen noodles would go flying.. but thankfully nothing happened. “Do you have any plans tomorrow, Shizuo?” Israel asked, out of curiosity. If he did.. maybe it would be best he try to call a few people ahead of time for Shizuo and state he wasn’t going to be doing anything. “I see you found the ramen cups. Let me help you” he said, taking a few steps into the kitchen. Israel wasn’t conjuring up pretty images of a drunk Shizuo attempting to handle boiling water.
“Do you put it in a pot or do you use a kettle?”