Delicious Scent (Open to 3)

Good. So Sharaku could sit down, after all. Proof that his voice has reached the taller man in some way and knocked some sense into him...or maybe the light touch on his arm, but he was too busy being internally scared at a far darker possibility to notice that. Briefly looking through the corner of his eyes to the environment nearby. Slowly, everybody else would get back to their relevant conversations and forget what happened in that table, although a few people would still give careful glares to them, waiting for something to restart that animosity. Gladly it didn't occur, and Shun could let a bit of his held air out of his lungs. Gee, what was that?? He wasn't the type to be fazed at the possibility of hostility; in fact, he would face whoever decided to outwardly have an argument with him without backing off. But...in a party. Not in a restaurant. And with class, not shouting out in the heat of the moment. Plus, he strongly disliked being dragged in someone else's argument, let alone a pointless one that could ruin what he called "reputation".

— Oh Lord, I can already foresee my name printed on some newspaper headline saying I'm involved in a scandal. — And the worst thing is that he didn't do anything this time for it. That moment, he was thinking what his parents would say if they knew what happened. One thing is being blamed with justified reasoning. Another thing is...without one. Well, everything was more or less under control right now, so probably they wouldn't. And there isn't a hidden paparazzi to be under his scrutiny, ready to be the center of a hot gossip, thank Gods. — What were you two thinking? This is a restaurant! — He hissed, with a harsh yet low tone in his voice, so no one else could hear but those in the same table as his. He alternated his glare from Yuugi to Sharaku. Of course Yuugi was the one to blame the most, but Sharaku had his participation in that discussion, he couldn't deny it. — Too much for a first contact already! If you want to make a scene, at least wait for me to eat, I don't want to be kicked out before I have the chance to order my meals because of your lack of manners! — And that said, the waitress would come sooner, bringing a shelf with three glasses full of water and serving the three boys. He would order just a small cup of garlic noodles with miso butter, which she promptly wrote down. Ok, everything could go back to normal, and their visit to a restaurant would be just that: a visit to restaurant, not a clash for moral superiority.

— Sharaku, are you going to order something? — The student said, finally looking to the taller's face. He wasn't angry anymore, but Shun couldn't deny there was a bit of worry in his voice. It's not that he was afraid Sharaku would react like that again, it's just...he was never that way. The teen decided it would probably be the best to inquire about what really happened to cause such reaction, but not now.

Shunnosuke was somehow pleased to see Sharaku apologizing. At least of them had good manners at all. Yuugi wouldn't say anything, though, but what could you really expect from a guy interested in picking fights with random people he have never met before? Shun wasn't any surprised the blackhaired teen wouldn't voice any sign of remorse and it isn't something he'd be worried about for too long...unless his prophecies come true and he really find his name on a newspaper headline.

— Don't worry. I know it's not your fault. — Shunnosuke replied, with a smile divided between some sort of pity he felt for the tall guy he just scolded and self-centered satisfaction for his rather...submissive reaction, perhaps? At least that's how he perceived the presented situation. He wasn't really angry at Sharaku, though, since everything he said was more aimed at Yuugi than him, even if he recognize it was both to blame. Still, it's obvious if the student had to choose a side to align with, this side was Rikei's. Seeing how the tall man was uneasy after what he has just been through, the teen evoked the liberty to put one of his hands at the Sharaku's thigh and draw his face a bit closer to him, more like an attempt to make him less uncomfortable and show him some reliability — although the way he said it and smiled could be perfectly interpreted as something else, depending on someone's state of mind.

— Let's just forget it. — He would say, still with the very same smile upon his lips, returning to his normal position. Of course Shun wasn't oblivious to the fake smile Sharaku wore, which was kind of worrying by itself. He didn't want to make the man feel a bit awkward and regretting this invitation, but also didn't want to see him in a bad mood because of...Yuugi. He should thank that nerdish bastard later for being a jackass and ruining it all. — Well, I can understand if you have lost your appetite. If you change your mind, I'll let you take a bite of my dish and thank me later. — A small playful and dubious remark could perhaps be the start for the repair of that heavy atmosphere.

Shun would give a blank stare to Yuugi, aware of the way he coughed just to say he was still there, basically ignoring the flick on his nose. The glasses boy really was an expert at being annoying — the most annoying person he have met these days, to be quite honest. If it wasn't for that, Shun would totally forget his schoolmate was in the same table as him.
Oh well. He was still feeling a bit pettish for the previous scene they made, but well, there isn't really a point in caring about it, since Sharaku already apologized and managed to start what seemed like a civilized conversation. That and finally his bowl arrived, the smell of garlic pervading the air and distracting Shunnosuke from the lens subject.

— Oh...okay. — He didn't know how come Yuugi changed his mood so suddenly, but judging from his enthusiasm, the food there must be really something from paradise. He could sense the steam from his bowl rising to his face, and that wasn't the most pleasant of the sensations. He took one fork — Shun couldn't handle the chopsticks very well — and past the whole "swirl the noodles around the fork and blowing on the food to cool it down a bit", he'd finally have a taste of his noodles.

...and finally he could understand what Yuugi meant. The garlic flavor with the butter was just flawless — or perhaps he was hungry to the point every forkful seemed like a little piece of Heavens in his mouth; nevertheless, after swallowing his bite (and a bit of his pride for underestimating the restaurant), the student would say with a delighted smile upon his lips: — Oh my, you're sooooo right. The spice, the garlic, everything! Here, Sharaku, have a taste. — He'd took the liberty to lend the fork to Sharaku if he wanted to share a bit of it.

Shun wasn't really interested in the interaction of those two guys. Sure he wasn't that indifferent  to the point he wouldn't feel a little more relieved by their current cease-fire or whatever, but the student wasn't caring too much. He would crane his neck closer to Sharaku to have a better view of what was displayed on Yuugi's cellphone screen and it wouldn't really pick his interest. Of course, golden lenses...he already have a few back at home, and not just golden. The teenager didn't have any real visual impairment that would make the usage of lenses needed at all, it's everything for fashion, rather than a (vital) necessity. "Hm", he'd say, looking at the japanese signs displayed. As odd as it may sound, he wasn't fluent in japanese, despite the obvious heritage his name and facial traits would indicate. He wasn't even japanese per se. In fact, he knew nearly nothing about the language and one could say the young boy was pretty much...yankeefied in tastes, or a bit britished. That wouldn't bother him a pinch, though.

Back to the food subject, Yuugi would again show his usual hungry self, making the boy lift an eyebrow and form a sarcastic smile when he saw his schoolmate's enthusiasm with food.
— I don't think I have enough space in my stomach for a second bowl. Unlike you, I'm hungry but I don't want to get fat, thanks. — He replied, with some sarcasm in his voice. Clearly, Yuugi wasn't fat, but with that appetite and lack of manners, it wouldn't take long for him to change that in the opposite direction. As for Sharaku, Shunnosuke was amused he knew how to use chopsticks. Then again, despite the deceiving looks, he had a japanese name, which implied the guy himself was born there and therefore would be used to handle a pair. Plus, a classy, polite man like him obviously would be educated enough to know those things. On the other hand, Shunnosuke himself didn't, despite being "on the same level", and surprisingly it also didn't made the teen feel inferior by the slightest. On the contrary, he would look up to Sharaku for his "skills", regardless of how trivial they were. — So, you know japanese. And doesn't tremble when handling hashis. Is there anything else about you I should know? — He'd chuckle at his own statement.