Renji hesitates before finally turns to Issui at Trinket's call. The handshake. He's not looking forward to it - it's Issui, and he has to keep his shit together. He clasps her hand in his, though that quickly becomes a bit reversed, with both her hands on his. Well... alright then. He holds the handshake, following her gaze to the cameras and back. They don't get as much attention from him, though. He glances over his shoulder at the cameras dismissively. They're not worth his time.
Issui, however... He does everything he can to look like he's making eye contact without actually doing so. He never realized how tall she is. A little taller than he is, even.
That moment is rather abruptly broken when Sullivan barrels toward them at some speed. He has very little time to react. Then Walter's right there, arms slung across both of their shoulders. God, he smells like he slept in a pool of liquor.
"I like them!" Sullivan announces loudly, slurring. "Lotsa... heart," Sullivan glances between the two of them for a moment, bewildered, until he apparently gets his thoughts somewhat together.
"Yeah, that's it!" Sullivan says with a victorious grin, taking his arm off Renji to point accusingly at Trinket. "More than you!" Then he turns his accusation to the cameras, and Renji's not sure who he's addressing. "More than you!"
Renji has to shuffle back so Sullivan can wheel around and hug Issui. A moment later, Sullivan releases her and stumbles back around, looking as if he's about to hug Renji.
...Only to stagger to far to one side and plummet, face-first, off the stage, promptly knocking himself out. Beautiful. Trinket skitters around while the anthem blares loudly from the speakers. Renji ignores him, ignores the music, and leans over the edge of stage. He looks down at the the drunk dumbass passed out on the ground for a beat or two, before glancing up at the cameras and shrugging.
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Issui, however... He does everything he can to look like he's making eye contact without actually doing so. He never realized how tall she is. A little taller than he is, even.
That moment is rather abruptly broken when Sullivan barrels toward them at some speed. He has very little time to react. Then Walter's right there, arms slung across both of their shoulders. God, he smells like he slept in a pool of liquor.
"I like them!" Sullivan announces loudly, slurring. "Lotsa... heart," Sullivan glances between the two of them for a moment, bewildered, until he apparently gets his thoughts somewhat together.
"Yeah, that's it!" Sullivan says with a victorious grin, taking his arm off Renji to point accusingly at Trinket. "More than you!" Then he turns his accusation to the cameras, and Renji's not sure who he's addressing. "More than you!"
Renji has to shuffle back so Sullivan can wheel around and hug Issui. A moment later, Sullivan releases her and stumbles back around, looking as if he's about to hug Renji.
...Only to stagger to far to one side and plummet, face-first, off the stage, promptly knocking himself out. Beautiful. Trinket skitters around while the anthem blares loudly from the speakers. Renji ignores him, ignores the music, and leans over the edge of stage. He looks down at the the drunk dumbass passed out on the ground for a beat or two, before glancing up at the cameras and shrugging.