Hakuba had kissed him.
Hakuba had kissed him on the lips.
Hakuba had kissed him on the lips, in the middle of a restaurant.
Hakuba had kissed him on the lips, in the middle of a restaurant in front of a lot of people.
Hakuba had-
Hattori’s head fell forward and smacked, quite hard, against the table. His mind was spinning, and he was starting to get a little dizzy. His face was as red as a firetruck, and he couldn’t seem to concentrate. He didn’t understand what was happening. First Hakuba had held his hand, and complimented him, and now he was kissing him.
In public.
Hattori let out a loud whine and let his head collide with the table a few more times.
Meanwhile and a few moments later, Hakuba regarded himself in the mirror while he washed his hands. What was it that had changed? He dried his hands off, then ran fingers through his hair, making sure that everything was carefully in place. Yes; he still looked quite fine. Very appropriate for being out and about. The little display at the table had been unconventional for their location, but not too awfully obvious. It would be fine and forgotten soon enough by the locals.
Odd that he felt that sort of… tugging at the back of his head, though; that normally meant that he was forgetting something. And why was this all so familiar, really? He checked his pocket watch, then phone, while he attempted to sort out his thoughts. Still, nothing came to him.
Nothing, that is, except for the constant pressure to go back out and rejoin his Osakan counterpart. Yes, he’d been away for far too long.
With a nod to himself, he cracked a charming smile and slipped back out into the restaurant, heading back to the table without further delay. Fortunate he was in timing, too, as the server had beaten him there, and was in the process of setting the food down.
“Uh… are you okay?” she asked, wondering if doing so had been such a good idea.