( stretching under Daichi's hands like a spoiled cat, Kuroo almost forgets what he even asked. except that it was a great idea, because all his ideas are great (see: inviting rival captains down for the weekend, totally altruistically). the slow ebb of beer across the floor reminds him. Kuroo stands with a reluctant sigh and peels off his shirt, tossing it haphazardly over the mess.
look. he was gonna have to wash it anyway; two birds, one stone, all that jazz.
he rights the beer can and glances back at his guest, wondering if he should help him up. it'll probably get him punched, Kuroo decides, so he does, offering Sawamura his hand with a flourish that nearly has him falling over. whoa.)
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look. he was gonna have to wash it anyway; two birds, one stone, all that jazz.
he rights the beer can and glances back at his guest, wondering if he should help him up. it'll probably get him punched, Kuroo decides, so he does, offering Sawamura his hand with a flourish that nearly has him falling over. whoa. )