[That's the answer he'd expected. Takasugi's smile isn't dampened by Zura's smug argument, predicting the man is satisfying enough for him.
If their paths never cross again, but in memories of the past (how fitting, that the two of them meet again only to be stuck in older days), Takasugi wouldn't mind. They'd drifted apart long ago.
Had their understanding of one another gone with their camaraderie?
Watching the... basketball game, Takasugi thinks it might have. He hears their loud friend, turns to look for the man, before picking Katsura out on the bench.]
No. [Hell no.]
Heh. [It's a little difficult to maintain his grin, in the face of something so disappointingly ridiculous, but Takasugi is obstinate.] Even your own team doesn't want you.
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If their paths never cross again, but in memories of the past (how fitting, that the two of them meet again only to be stuck in older days), Takasugi wouldn't mind. They'd drifted apart long ago.
Had their understanding of one another gone with their camaraderie?
Watching the... basketball game, Takasugi thinks it might have. He hears their loud friend, turns to look for the man, before picking Katsura out on the bench.]
No. [Hell no.]
Heh. [It's a little difficult to maintain his grin, in the face of something so disappointingly ridiculous, but Takasugi is obstinate.] Even your own team doesn't want you.