[At some point in Solomon's prolonged unwrapping process, Takasugi's attention had drifted to his window. There's nothing to see out of it, too mired by age and grime, but the light that glows dimly through it is more interesting than the display in front of him.
Is there really a need for propriety here?
He'll look back once addressed, eyebrow doing a similar leap when accused of owning something so... white.] I bought it with you in mind.
[Here he tells the entire truth, because he knows it will be harder to digest than any lie he could make up.] I thought you'd like to ruin something else, for a change of pace.
[Doing "something nice" for someone isn't Takasugi's M.O. - he'd planned on giving the thing under the guise of a bribe in a situation just like this. Solomon's propensity to destroy his clothing is a well enough established fact, he can't help but take advantage of it.]
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Is there really a need for propriety here?
He'll look back once addressed, eyebrow doing a similar leap when accused of owning something so... white.] I bought it with you in mind.
[Here he tells the entire truth, because he knows it will be harder to digest than any lie he could make up.] I thought you'd like to ruin something else, for a change of pace.
[Doing "something nice" for someone isn't Takasugi's M.O. - he'd planned on giving the thing under the guise of a bribe in a situation just like this. Solomon's propensity to destroy his clothing is a well enough established fact, he can't help but take advantage of it.]