[For the instant the food is airborne, Takasugi's eye tracks only that. He darts forward to swipe them as they fall, bits of fin crumbling in his fist. He won't waste any more time with his gaze away from his prey. With a frown, he licks one of the dried morsels.
It's too salty; his nose scrunches.
But he shoves the whole thing into his mouth - their little truce may be short-lived.] I don't.
All I need is to be stronger than anyone else. [Bold, but that much of him is inexorable.]
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It's too salty; his nose scrunches.
But he shoves the whole thing into his mouth - their little truce may be short-lived.] I don't.
All I need is to be stronger than anyone else. [Bold, but that much of him is inexorable.]