[The moment Law's neck connects with his jaw, Takasugi's hand falls to his side, and his gaze drifts. As if becoming a whole human made the man immediately uninteresting; he's looking to the bar now, skimming the back wall for something worth splitting.
He won't splurge unless it's a severed head he's buying for; this guy can reach into his pockets if he wants to keep talking.]
Buy me a drink, and we'll see. [It's not much of a proposition, made as he slips past Law - shoulders brushing - to slide into a seat at the bar.
Takasugi's never been shy about sharing his destructive inclination - he's simply shrewd. He's got enough enemies.]
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He won't splurge unless it's a severed head he's buying for; this guy can reach into his pockets if he wants to keep talking.]
Buy me a drink, and we'll see. [It's not much of a proposition, made as he slips past Law - shoulders brushing - to slide into a seat at the bar.
Takasugi's never been shy about sharing his destructive inclination - he's simply shrewd. He's got enough enemies.]