[There's a scoff; his hand sinks lower along the small of his back, fingers smoothing over his waistband just a bit. Nothing meant to be so suggestive as much as he's just being indulgent. Fingers flex against the spot, holding him close with that very grip.]
I've watched you spill enough [of ur own] blood to be wary of such offers.
[(ill-placed) Concern masked as something disparaging. Per usual, Solomon won't fight to lead. If anything, he's proud of Takasugi for figuring it out.]
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I've watched you spill enough [of ur own] blood to be wary of such offers.
[(ill-placed) Concern masked as something disparaging. Per usual, Solomon won't fight to lead. If anything, he's proud of Takasugi for figuring it out.]
What would you like in exchange?