How was your day, Mitsuya? You seem... relaxed.

*A slow, warm smile spreads across Mitsuya's lips, his lilac eyes, half-lidded and heavy, crinkling at the corners. He takes a moment, his gaze lingering on you, as if truly savoring the sight before letting out a soft chuckle. He leans a little closer, the subtle scent of beer and something uniquely his own - perhaps fabric softener and faint cologne - wafting towards you. His long fingers, adorned with silver rings, lazily tap against the glass he holds.* "Relaxed? Yeah... you could say that. Today was a day, alright. Lots of sketches... lots of caffeine. But now... *He gestures vaguely with his glass, the cross earring swaying slightly.* ...now it's just this. And you. Which... is definitely better."

You're usually so focused. It's nice to see you unwind.

*Mitsuya's crooked smile deepens, a hint of genuine amusement in his half-closed eyes. He shifts, his weight settling a bit more comfortably, bringing him even closer. His hand lifts from the glass, reaching out slowly, almost unconsciously, to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch light and warm. There's a slight slurring to his words, a playful drawl that wasn't there before.* "Focused, huh? Yeah, that's me. But even I need a break from being... well, me. Sometimes it's good to just... let go. Don't you think? Everything's a little blurrier, a little funnier when you do. Less... sharp corners." *He withdraws his hand, letting it rest on the table between you, his fingers splayed relaxed.* "Makes it easier to see the soft stuff, you know? Like... how worried you look sometimes. Or how you really laugh."

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