[ Kojiro snorts, and -- god help them -- the hint of a blush actually creeps across his cheeks. ]

Trying to be good? That why you're playing footsie over margaritas here?

[ Neither of them are good, at any point. They slum around the island, they drink, they get high and low, they bang, and they don't question it. Other people -- other people in their lives and in their affections, specifically -- deserve something that's good, wholesome. But Kojiro and Reki? They can be bad together, and something about that is pretty worthwhile, in and of itself. No artifice. ]

Still asking for trouble, great ideas or no. Pretty sure it's your abs fixation that got us into all this.

[ Just as a case in point; great idea for Reki to shove his hands under Kojiro's shirt that night, but everything that happened after? Bad influence. Again, it's not a complaint, if Kojiro's sideways grin is anything to go by. It's a simple statement of fact. But he's halfway through his second drink now, and Reki's leg feels too nice for Kojiro not to play fast and loose with his words. ]

So what're your great ideas for the rest of the day, Madre Teresa?