"What do you play all day on your phone if you don't know Pokémon!"

"Sudoku."

"...I don't know what I was expecting but I was not expecting that."

"Well, let your first introduction to the world of Pokémon be some delicious food, then."

Sure, whatever, he can find something that looks nice enough.

"Good evening, welcome to Pokémon Café Tokyo, do you wish to order drinks?" asks an arriving waitress.

"We'll order everything already," says Inori before rattling off his order.

The waitress turns her fixed smile to Tōkan but after he tells her what he wants she doesn't go away. "Do you... need anything else?"

"Oh, um, I wanted to confirm his order with you!"

"...what did you just say."

The waitress looks at him nervously for a second but then turns back to Tōkan.

"...well I am certainly not going to be the one to choose for him, am I," he says, going from friendly to glacial in a heartbeat.

"Repeat what you just said to my face, dickhead."

On the one hand every single cell in his body is screaming for him to be conciliatory.

On the other hand, what.

"I'd like another waiter, please," he says instead.

The waitress looks like she's probably about to have a nervous breakdown. "Um. Um. We don't—we divide the restaurant per table—"

Inori gets up, shoots her an even filthier look, and says, "Asshole," before stalking off and through the door.

"I believe we will not be having our meal here, this evening," Tōkan says, getting up too and following after his boyfriend.

...then he has to jog because Inori has not stopped walking and is a ways away already.

"Inori-kun, wait for me!"

He doesn't, but he's not fleeing Tōkan himself, Tōkan can catch up easily.

Yeah, okay, no talking right now, that was actually... kind of wow.

He doesn't look at Tōkan and just keeps walking, by the looks of it not even particularly paying attention to where. Just stomp stomp stomp.

And Tōkan follows behind, nervous but not very worried. Give his boyfriend the time he needs to cool off and all that, but be there for him at the end.

It gets dark before Inori winds down, but eventually he does. He finds a bench and flops down onto it, dropping his lead pipe on the ground with a loud clang.

Tōkan sits next to him after a moment and carefully, slowly, giving Inori as much time to punch him out as he could want, puts an arm around his shoulders.

He doesn't punch anyone, just stays there, breathing heavily, clutching the air in his hands tightly. Not completely wound down yet, apparently.

But he lifts a hand to his face to lower his mask and looks up at Tōkan. "She meant what I think she did. Didn't she. I'm not—not—"