[ He went grocery shopping and he remembers the rumble from his father's throat when he advised him to take an umbrella. Call it a parents intuition but Sousuke knows better, and even if it doesn't pour he won't be the least bit embarrassed walking back and forth with it in hand.
So when the weather does take a turn for the worst he's happy to have listened (for once). It doesn't shorten his walk from the store back to the restaurant but at least he's dry and not looking for any shelter until the rain passes—however it's the figure of someone else that he catches in the corner of his eye, someone who apparently looks desperate enough to brave getting soaked for one reason or another, and he has all the intention to keep walking until guilt punches him in the gut. ]
... Are you going somewhere close?
[ He's really trying not sound intimidating but... he does sound intimidating. Doesn't help that he seems a little irritated; in his defense, and to anyone familiar, that's just his neutral face.
However there's a gentle gesture that contrasts the tone of his voice, fingers wrapped around the handle of his umbrella as he beckons the person to take shelter underneath. ]
I'll walk you there.
ii. where sousuke has to be social
[ "It'll be good for the business and good for you."
Honestly speaking Sousuke's more adjusted to working behind the scenes, or at least in a situation where he's not the main focus of attention. He's forced himself to over the past year due to his injury and while he's not particularly proud with admitting it it's undoubtedly true. Especially when he doesn't look incredibly welcoming at his booth sampling some coconut ceviche appetizer spoons. ]
You're free to try some.
[ At least he sounds nice enough!? ]
wildcard!
[ The restaurant is quiet today; not quite surprising considering the lack of popularity, but not leaving Sousuke with a small desire of interaction. His father had left to carry out some errand which meant that he was manning the shop on his own, something he's grown rather familiar with since he made the decision to not go to college and instead follow his father's footsteps in becoming a chef.
The cheap television plays over in the corner and Sousuke focuses his attention there, elbow against the bar counter as he rests the side of his face in the palm of his hand. He should probably wipe it down now that he thinks about it... but considering he's done that twice already he doubts there's even a single ounce of dust. There's just really nothing to do.
He doesn't blink when he hears the door open, nearly ignoring the sound of the bell that accompanies it before turning his head. He's expecting it to be his father so there's a brief moment of surprise that washes over him when he sees that it's not.
He straightens up, hands dropping to his side. ]
Welcome. Go ahead and take a seat... [ There's the bar or a few empty booths they're free to pick from. ] 'nywhere's fine.
( you can find sousuke's au workshop comment here! feel free to contact me if you'd like to discuss anything. )
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[ He went grocery shopping and he remembers the rumble from his father's throat when he advised him to take an umbrella. Call it a parents intuition but Sousuke knows better, and even if it doesn't pour he won't be the least bit embarrassed walking back and forth with it in hand.
So when the weather does take a turn for the worst he's happy to have listened (for once). It doesn't shorten his walk from the store back to the restaurant but at least he's dry and not looking for any shelter until the rain passes—however it's the figure of someone else that he catches in the corner of his eye, someone who apparently looks desperate enough to brave getting soaked for one reason or another, and he has all the intention to keep walking until guilt punches him in the gut. ]
... Are you going somewhere close?
[ He's really trying not sound intimidating but... he does sound intimidating. Doesn't help that he seems a little irritated; in his defense, and to anyone familiar, that's just his neutral face.
However there's a gentle gesture that contrasts the tone of his voice, fingers wrapped around the handle of his umbrella as he beckons the person to take shelter underneath. ]
I'll walk you there.
ii. where sousuke has to be social
[ "It'll be good for the business and good for you."
Honestly speaking Sousuke's more adjusted to working behind the scenes, or at least in a situation where he's not the main focus of attention. He's forced himself to over the past year due to his injury and while he's not particularly proud with admitting it it's undoubtedly true. Especially when he doesn't look incredibly welcoming at his booth sampling some coconut ceviche appetizer spoons. ]
You're free to try some.
[ At least he sounds nice enough!? ]
wildcard!
[ The restaurant is quiet today; not quite surprising considering the lack of popularity, but not leaving Sousuke with a small desire of interaction. His father had left to carry out some errand which meant that he was manning the shop on his own, something he's grown rather familiar with since he made the decision to not go to college and instead follow his father's footsteps in becoming a chef.
The cheap television plays over in the corner and Sousuke focuses his attention there, elbow against the bar counter as he rests the side of his face in the palm of his hand. He should probably wipe it down now that he thinks about it... but considering he's done that twice already he doubts there's even a single ounce of dust. There's just really nothing to do.
He doesn't blink when he hears the door open, nearly ignoring the sound of the bell that accompanies it before turning his head. He's expecting it to be his father so there's a brief moment of surprise that washes over him when he sees that it's not.
He straightens up, hands dropping to his side. ]
Welcome. Go ahead and take a seat... [ There's the bar or a few empty booths they're free to pick from. ] 'nywhere's fine.
( you can find sousuke's au workshop comment here! feel free to contact me if you'd like to discuss anything. )