Post by Marshmallow on Sept 30, 2021 20:40:00 GMT -6
Sweet schadenfreude. Oh how he wished he could see what was happening, but even just hearing the aftermath made Nagi all but shiver with delight. Once more he spared a thought for Future Nagi and the questionable wisdom in pushing Braxton like this, but he reasoned the man more than deserved a little comeuppance.
The server deserved some recognition too, of course. He would have to make it up to them later.
Braxton's glare bored into the retreating back of the waiter until Hau was out of sight. The previous façade of politeness and tolerance had crumbled like weathered clay. Anger and irritation were as plain as the red coloring his face right to the tips of his ears. Quite probably, the only thing keeping him from ranting further was the lingering burn in his throat.
But that just ate up what final shreds of patience he had left. Still red-faced and coughing, the man abruptly leaned across the table and snatched Nagi's glass for himself.
"Hey!" Nagi exclaimed, as the tea was pulled right out of his hand. He attempted to reach after it, but aborted the motion almost as quickly as he'd started.
"Tch. I need it more than you do," he snarled, before gulping down the chilly drink unceremoniously. Relief chased some of the heat from his features, but the expression on the man's face was damn near murderous. How lucky it was - or, perhaps how convenient - that none of Nagi's orders had been mistaken or tampered with. He settled a suspicious stare on the blind figure across from him.
"So, are you dating the dimwit waiter or what?" Braxton hissed, the tone more of an accusation than a question.
Nagi paused with his fork halfway between the bowl and his mouth, slowly lowering his hand with a dark frown. "Excuse me?"
"I mean, the service and food are garbage, so why else would you have come here?" the man went on. He shook his head in disapproval.
'To get away from you!' Nagi wanted to shout, but swallowed the words with a clench of his jaw. "I don't see how that's any business of yours, Brax," he stated instead. "But if you hate it here sooo much, the door is right there. Maybe if you ask nicely, they'll pack up your sandwich for you."
The server deserved some recognition too, of course. He would have to make it up to them later.
Braxton's glare bored into the retreating back of the waiter until Hau was out of sight. The previous façade of politeness and tolerance had crumbled like weathered clay. Anger and irritation were as plain as the red coloring his face right to the tips of his ears. Quite probably, the only thing keeping him from ranting further was the lingering burn in his throat.
But that just ate up what final shreds of patience he had left. Still red-faced and coughing, the man abruptly leaned across the table and snatched Nagi's glass for himself.
"Hey!" Nagi exclaimed, as the tea was pulled right out of his hand. He attempted to reach after it, but aborted the motion almost as quickly as he'd started.
"Tch. I need it more than you do," he snarled, before gulping down the chilly drink unceremoniously. Relief chased some of the heat from his features, but the expression on the man's face was damn near murderous. How lucky it was - or, perhaps how convenient - that none of Nagi's orders had been mistaken or tampered with. He settled a suspicious stare on the blind figure across from him.
"So, are you dating the dimwit waiter or what?" Braxton hissed, the tone more of an accusation than a question.
Nagi paused with his fork halfway between the bowl and his mouth, slowly lowering his hand with a dark frown. "Excuse me?"
"I mean, the service and food are garbage, so why else would you have come here?" the man went on. He shook his head in disapproval.
'To get away from you!' Nagi wanted to shout, but swallowed the words with a clench of his jaw. "I don't see how that's any business of yours, Brax," he stated instead. "But if you hate it here sooo much, the door is right there. Maybe if you ask nicely, they'll pack up your sandwich for you."
