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I SUCK AT WRITING IN ONLY FIRST PERSON SO I/Sanemi is the same person
I woke up extremely exhausted. I sleepily move my head to the clock that read 10:15.
"SHIT! Where gonna be late!" Sanemi groaned in annoyance.
"Not if we leave now," Giyu said sleepily.
"Let's go," Sanemi replied.
"Fine," Giyu said.
They both had started walking down the worn trail to Uzui's house. Once they had gotten there they opened the door to see Shinobu jump off a table while screaming she could fly, Mitsuri and Iguro sitting down and talking, Himejima trying to calm down Rengouku who was trying to do sword tricks, and alas Uzui himself swinging from a chandelier, the new chandelier he got from his wives as a present.
This was gonna be a fucking great party. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT THE ONE TIME I TRY TO TAKE GIYU OUT!
I turned my gaze towards Giyu and he gives me a pleading look.
"Do we really have to go in there?" He asked doubtfully.
"I honestly want to say no," Sanemi replied as he grabbed Giyu's hand and dragged him inside.
He went over and grabbed 2 wine glasses and filled them halfway.
"Your gonna need this," said Sanemi.
"Yeah, I can see that, I might need a second in awhile," Giyu retorted.
"Howw aress you alll doinn'," Rengoku slurred as he approached them.
God fucking damn he smells like a bar...But not gonna lie it's pretty funny to see the smiling flame Hashira act like a drunk 2 year old.
Sanemi could tell he was really drunk but found this hilarious, "Great how about you Rengoku~san?"
"Uhuhhs, plueeerfect, " Rengoku garbled.
Sanemi burst out laughing. Giyu looked at him quizzically.
I laughed even harder when I saw the way Giyu looked at me.
Sanemi craned his neck to look past Giyu that's when he spotted the butterfly bitch.
Shinobu fell off the table and walked her ass over to the group.
"T-(hic)Tomioka, Fu(hic)-Fuck you," She said in a happy tone of voice.
"What the hell is going on in this place?" He said he honestly didn't even wanna know.
Sanemi left Giyu by himself and walked over to Iguro who was still talking to Mitsuri but by now they had moved and were sitting on a lavender couch. Himejima had just left and all was doing fine.
Shinobu let out an ear pecking scream ruining the conversation I had just started with Iguro.
"LETS PL(hic)PLAY SEVEN MIN(hic)MINUTES IN HEAV(hic)HEAVEN!!" Shinbou screamed at the top of her lungs.
Rengouku and Uzui and told Shinobou it was an amazing idea. Everybody then trudged over to the circle and gathered up and and spun the bottle that was in the middle. Mitsuri had spun the bottle and it landed on Uzui. Iguro got very mad and had his snake move the bottle to where it landed on him, Uzui wasn't very happy and it broke out into a fight.
Sanemi turned hi gaze to the man that was sitting next to notice he wasn't having a good time at all he was very discontent.
While Uzui and Iguro were fighting Sanemi placed his hand onto Giyu's thigh. Giyu looked at Sanemi and their eyes met. Sanemi grabbed Giyu's collar and pulled him into a kiss. They broke their kiss within a matter of seconds there was no lust in the kiss they had only just shared. Meanwhile with the other Hashira they had started to gather around the fighting pair while chatting or placing bets.
"Shinazugawa-san should we be doing this here?" Giyu asked teasingly.
"Oh Shut up," Sanemi said in response.
Giyu pulled himself onto Sanemi's lap and wrapped his arms around the latters neck. Giyu could see Sanemi's ear tips going red. They were drawn into another kiss : Giyu opened his mouth allowing Sanemi's tongue to go back into this familiar space. He guided Giyu's tongue around and played with it. He then started to suck Giyu's tongue. They stayed like this for a few minutes before breaking the kiss they had only just shared.
"WINE BOTTLE THROWS!" Uzui shouted as loud as he could panicking Sanemi (who was drunk but like not super drunk) and Giyu.
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