[ He doesn't comment on the fact that Mori could literally just summon a subordinate of any level to bring him a car. Instead, he moves to start tea. He has one of those instant water boilers, simply for convenience. A gift from Kunikida one year. In any case it makes filling a pot with hot water and tea leaves and bringing two cups with him to sit across from Mori the work of a few moments. ]
If I were otherwise busy I would send you home.
[ Which is true enough. If he actually had obligations this evening he wouldn't be entertaining Mori. He certainly wouldn't be shy about telling Mori to go away. Their relationship has always been anything but coy, at least on Fukuzawa's end. He's never had the patience or aptitude for mind games of the sort the mafia leader seems to excel at. But it also makes him straight-forward and blunt, despite his reserved nature.
So he pours them both hot tea, fitting for the weather, and a better idea on a work night than breaking out the alcohol. They aren't in their twenties, hangovers aren't so easy to shake off in the morning.
One of the cats wanders into the room, jumping into Mori's lap with the easy familiarity of a feline who knows this person well. Then, offended, jumps off again, shaking slightly damp paws and wandering to a drier seat. ]
What brings you here so late?
[ Work, presumably. And not something he's above asking about, if the leader of the Port Mafia is in his neighborhood in this weather he'd rather like to know why. ]
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If I were otherwise busy I would send you home.
[ Which is true enough. If he actually had obligations this evening he wouldn't be entertaining Mori. He certainly wouldn't be shy about telling Mori to go away. Their relationship has always been anything but coy, at least on Fukuzawa's end. He's never had the patience or aptitude for mind games of the sort the mafia leader seems to excel at. But it also makes him straight-forward and blunt, despite his reserved nature.
So he pours them both hot tea, fitting for the weather, and a better idea on a work night than breaking out the alcohol. They aren't in their twenties, hangovers aren't so easy to shake off in the morning.
One of the cats wanders into the room, jumping into Mori's lap with the easy familiarity of a feline who knows this person well. Then, offended, jumps off again, shaking slightly damp paws and wandering to a drier seat. ]
What brings you here so late?
[ Work, presumably. And not something he's above asking about, if the leader of the Port Mafia is in his neighborhood in this weather he'd rather like to know why. ]