𝐛𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐲 // 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

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By morning, Noriaki had a full blown hangover. It was probably not the smartest idea to let a lightweight like him keep drinking far after he was already drunk. But two beers got him this bad?

It left you questioning. Did he even remember the things you two said last night? Or rather, did?

The look he gave you when you walked into the bathroom the following morning told you he didn't. But you definitely did, I mean, how could you forget?

On the bright side, your paper work was done!

You helped Kakyoin up and grabbed him some water.

"Stay here, I'll grab you something to eat. You gotta have something to replenish, trust me."

He nods and looks away, like he was embarrassed for you to be doing things for him.

Cute.

You leave and head for the street. It was far too early for anyone else to be awake, but it was late enough for food stalls to be open. You grabbed Noriaki something from a small bodega near the hotel. If you could even call it that, it barely had anything in it. You paid and left.

When you got back to the room, Noriaki was fully dressed, seemingly ready to go.

"Hey," he greets, a little more coherent now. You set what you got him on the table.

"I'll owe you big time for this one, thank you."

"You don't owe me anything," you respond. "As long as you're alright." There's a knock on the door. You move to open it, Kakyoin begins to eat. Jotaro is on the other side.

He steps in before you can even speak. "It smells like a bar in here," he stares at you, accusingly.

"Really? I didn't notice," you smile at him. There's cans littered across the floor, the ashtray is full of half-smoked broken cigarettes. "Did you need something?"

"Yeah, the old man says we're leaving in an hour. He says we can't go though Iran or Iraq. Any ideas why?"

"Tensions are high between the two of them right now. If we travelled through Iran, they wouldn't let us through Iraq. That is even if they'd let us into either in the first place. Mr. Joestar probably plans for us to cross the sea and enter the Emirates, right?"

"Yeah. This won't add any time to our trip, right?"

"No, in fact it might make it shorter. It would have been the move I would have made in the first place, but based on our track record with boats, I definitely get the hesitance. Not the best situation, but what choice do we have?"

"As long as it doesn't make the trip longer," he lights a cigarette. He goes to the window and leans out.

You ask Noriaki, "How are you now?"

"Much better, thanks. Never let me do that again."

"I can't make any promises," you wink.

You move around the room and pick up the cans on the ground, dumping them into a tiny wastebasket. It was so small it probably couldn't fit more than a tissue, but you made it work.