[Koujaku raises his eyebrows and tears his eyes away from Aoba to keep combing the sand. His own drink is running a little low, and he swirls the leftover liquid around a few times before just tossing it back. The whiskey hits him between the eyes, but he just clears his throat. At least he doesn't have to worry about spilling it anymore, but now he has the problem of what to do with this glass.]
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Friend, or... date, then?