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"Damn. You just have to make things difficult, don’t you?" Nevertheless, he was still seeming nonchalant with his words, his arms crossing in front of him. He was thinking on this towards what to do next, but smart enough to know not to think too much on it. His shoulders shifting, it was with a sigh. He didn’t really want to take the thing home seeing as he wasn’t allowed to be drinking…he had tossed it with the rest of the trash for a reason. “I could always take it from you, you know. I don’t need to ask anything.” 

"Actually, I’m just giving you a little bit of pay back," Star answered. Okita could be very, very difficult when he wanted to be. It was kind of fun to bother him like this, at least a little bit. "Besides, I have faith in my own abilities."

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"Oh? I thought this was yours," Star said, holding up a small, corked sake jug that had a thick string tied to it for easier carrying. "Guess I was mistaken then…"

Star turned to leave.

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"If it was mine then it’d be empty—or at least warmed up." Though, despite his denial, she was correct…and he needed to be careful with that sort of thing. His lips had touched it which meant no one else’s could considering his worry of making others sick. He wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but—"I’ll be happy to take it off your hands, however. A kiddie like you shouldn’t be indulging in some man’s leftovers." 

"Well if it isn’t you’re then perhaps I should find out who it really belongs to," Star answered back. She had a feeling Okita might be lying, but she wasn’t one hundred percent sure. Perhaps if she played this out a little longer she would find out. After all, Star knew Okita was sickly sometimes, but didn’t know he had tuberculosis.

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"Hehh? I’m afraid you’ve got me confused with someone else if you think that; I’ve been here at the compound this whole time like the good boy I am~." Lies. There was sake on his breath to prove it too. 

"Oh? I thought this was yours," Star said, holding up a small, corked sake jug that had a thick string tied to it for easier carrying. "Guess I was mistaken then…"

Star turned to leave.