(he didn't even want to be here. of course, he had seen the notes around kichijoji, and they were promptly ignored by the man. last party kimihiro attended only reassured him that he isn't fit for it. he can't even remember being in one in which he wasn't working to appease yuuko's every whim - "watanuki, get the sake", or "make this super complicated dish that you have no time for". so he's definitely out of it, or at least he thought he was, until iwaizumi came bursting into his house and literally putting him on his shoulders to drag him out.

kimihiro is skinny, his greatest qualities being agility and speed over strength. iwaizumi easily takes him, and all kimihiro can do is bitch and nag the way to heavenly blanc. by the time they arrive, kimihiro is not done.)

Put me down, you brute. If you're to drag me out of my house all the way here, at least go fetch me a drink. (he says, attempting to put his kimono back in place with gritted teeth, until iwaizumi does it. ooooh, he's not happy at all. catch the grumpy witch outside, pipe between his lips and angry mutterings under his breath.) Seriously, which screw is loose?

(inside is just waaaaaaay too loud for his old man ears. instead, he's sitting outside, a second bottle to try and be more social. he knows there will be whining if he attempts to leave before the new year arrive. so catch him here, downing his cup, smoking his pipe, doing what he does best. when the clocks strike midnight, he bows gently to the sake before downing it, leaving other two cups on the table for anyone who would like to indulge him.)