[Here he is, in the flesh, because he has approximately zero friends and nothing to do...the latter being a partial lie. He could always occupy himself with Diva's triflin crap, but he's abstaining from that as often as possible. He's already been forced to retrieve her shoe from mud, listen to her pine for a gay vampire (Not Himself), not to mention the horrendous texts she's been sending him about a nasty furry.]
Indeed.
[Whatever. This isn't half as bad of a decision he's pretending it is. Barring the vicinity and decorum of the place (on the outside, at least), this should be okay. Nevermind that Takasugi's ideas of a good time is: feigning priesthood while chugging lava blood. He steps into the doorway after the cyclops, heeding that goddamn step too. Still trailing him, he won't say anything about the bag of loot or what he's just obliged the pair of them to. This place looks nothing like that temple, thankfully.
His first complaint, however: how's he supposed to memorize a weird tournament of somesort when the involved party seems suspiciously homeless? He's already pouting, pointedly focusing on the walls. He's been brought here on purpose, and not to enjoy a single thing about it.]
When you invited me, I was hoping it would involve something along the lines of when we'd first met.
[A quiet talk over some tea, maybe, rather than sake. Nothing about Takasugi's weird obsession(?) with his stabbyhand, hopefully nothing involving blood for the benefit of both of them. That excited look of his isn't at all contagious.]
its like chess but idk how to play chess so it's checkers
Indeed.
[Whatever. This isn't half as bad of a decision he's pretending it is. Barring the vicinity and decorum of the place (on the outside, at least), this should be okay. Nevermind that Takasugi's ideas of a good time is: feigning priesthood while chugging lava blood. He steps into the doorway after the cyclops, heeding that goddamn step too. Still trailing him, he won't say anything about the bag of loot or what he's just obliged the pair of them to. This place looks nothing like that temple, thankfully.
His first complaint, however: how's he supposed to memorize a weird tournament of somesort when the involved party seems suspiciously homeless? He's already pouting, pointedly focusing on the walls. He's been brought here on purpose, and not to enjoy a single thing about it.]
When you invited me, I was hoping it would involve something along the lines of when we'd first met.
[A quiet talk over some tea, maybe, rather than sake. Nothing about Takasugi's weird obsession(?) with his stabbyhand, hopefully nothing involving blood for the benefit of both of them. That excited look of his isn't at all contagious.]
Is this what you do for fun?
[Condescending...]