Get your damn hands off me, you- [Tonegawa tries to tug back to break the bond of this handhold, but his efforts bear no fruit against the death grip of Ray's enthusiasm.]
[He can't help but feel the coarse callouses in Stantz's hand scraping against the skin of his own palm. This, and the plain beige jumpsuit both tell Tonegawa all he needs to know about this man: a common laborer. In fact, judging by the stench of motor oil emanating from him (so much so that Tonegawa can make it out through the tobacco odor that went hand-in-hand with entertainment districts such as these), Tonegawa could even hazard a guess that he was specifically an auto mechanic.]
[And that made his friendliness all the more bizarre. Tonegawa has never driven a day in his life, relying on public transport or one of his subordinates chauffeuring him where he needed. He's had no reason to enlist the services of, or even interact with, a car repair man. Unless this was a debtor to the company? But that would make even less sense. No one in their right mind would be so carefree around Tonegawa, period. Much less someone owing money to Teiai-]
[...he was so deep in thought attempting to identify this stranger, that he had stopped putting up any resistance, realizing it all too late as they were both already inside the establishment. Great. He eyes the bar, far more invested in the prospect of blacking out than in making a fool of himself, or suffering the foolishness of this stranger.]
Night Life [cw: smoking?, alcohol]
[He can't help but feel the coarse callouses in Stantz's hand scraping against the skin of his own palm. This, and the plain beige jumpsuit both tell Tonegawa all he needs to know about this man: a common laborer. In fact, judging by the stench of motor oil emanating from him (so much so that Tonegawa can make it out through the tobacco odor that went hand-in-hand with entertainment districts such as these), Tonegawa could even hazard a guess that he was specifically an auto mechanic.]
[And that made his friendliness all the more bizarre. Tonegawa has never driven a day in his life, relying on public transport or one of his subordinates chauffeuring him where he needed. He's had no reason to enlist the services of, or even interact with, a car repair man. Unless this was a debtor to the company? But that would make even less sense. No one in their right mind would be so carefree around Tonegawa, period. Much less someone owing money to Teiai-]
[...he was so deep in thought attempting to identify this stranger, that he had stopped putting up any resistance, realizing it all too late as they were both already inside the establishment. Great. He eyes the bar, far more invested in the prospect of blacking out than in making a fool of himself, or suffering the foolishness of this stranger.]