[It's petulance he recognizes - what he would have done himself - though their similarities does nothing to comfort him. Takasugi doesn't wait for her arrival to take a drink.
He keeps watch, from the corner of his eye, his body turned away - sees the paints be hoisted onto her.
The city is eager to break her down, make her indulge.
He's not so focused, though he's not sure he'd pass an opportunity by.
Or a solicitation.] Is that a request for a massage?
[Of course not, but Takasugi asks regardless, raising his glass to his lips again.]
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He keeps watch, from the corner of his eye, his body turned away - sees the paints be hoisted onto her.
The city is eager to break her down, make her indulge.
He's not so focused, though he's not sure he'd pass an opportunity by.
Or a solicitation.] Is that a request for a massage?
[Of course not, but Takasugi asks regardless, raising his glass to his lips again.]