Heh! Break it or make it, yeah? [ Proverbs and puns only have so much overlap.
What's in the box? Sasara spins his way of having walked in right around to get it, and he scoots a chair over closer to Rei; himself with it, naturally. Even he's ready to wind down like this, once in a while. ] Thanks. [ Feels like it's still warm. He can catch that hint of fondness without looking back up. ]
With the way things ended up, ya know, there's some sorta side to you, Rei.
Teh! [ Don't worry, he'll explain. While eating. ] It's like so, I knew ya were sly from the beginning. [ After all, Sasara came first met him as a straight-up conman. ] What ya said to Rosho I don't know, but what ya said to me was plenty. I don't know where it all came from but... [ But that's for another time.
This part even deserves him not chewing throughout. ] It was just right. So, thanks again, even if ya won't have it.
[ Ahem! Back to tending his blood sugar household and letting his cheerful expression betray what more Sasara has to get to. ] There's something else, though!
Hmm. [Rei responds noncommittally. But it's... nice, to be thanked. Doesn't happen often (or at least not sincerely), what with Rei's whole self-interested shtick... so the feeling is pretty refreshing.
We'll be up against Ichiro and his little brothers, yeah? [ He and Rosho and Rei are here now, but Sasara's sure they'll be going back home to Japan in due time. And after egging the kid on like that, he's sure Ikebukuro'll throw in some good punches! ]
That note ya had me pass onto him, it's really been on my mind. [ "An old acquaintance". Something of the sort, Sasara finally figured, could really be the truth. He'll have to let dinner go cold.
He ought to have his serious face back on after all. ] I didn't look inside, but you'd put your name on the back. [ Hadn't he? ] Yamada Rei.
Rei finally looks at Sasara directly, face unreadable.
Well.... it was about time.]
So you noticed. [He studies Sasara's expression, taking in the dips of his mouth and the angle of his brows. Sasara looks solemn... but seems to be reserving judgment. Or maybe he's just waiting for the confirmation before showing disgust? He is the product of a broken household himself, after all.
Rei's lips finally quirk upwards, a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. This will be interesting.]
Yeah, that's right. [Rei reaches for his lighter and smokes, casual as anything.] Those were my kids.
[ Sasara expects something to happen too, some way of showing what he thinks of having that long suspicion verified.
Nothing really does.
Except, why...?
He honestly thought of himself having something to say, whether Rei came right out with it or not. That history of his own that he's got... it really ain't hard to compare it. Finally, the corners of his mouth twist it into a frown, though it seems it's just to speak up again.
It's still contrast to Rei's empty smile. ] That kid of yours, [ That's who Ichiro is, now. ] I only figured he had no one around.
[ What a shot in the dark; Sasara knows but—! ] How come?
Ichiro didn't say anything himself? Hah... [Yeah, that tracks. Rei huffs out a humorless laugh as he lights his cigarette. Might as well be dead to that brat.] He always did have his own ideas about it.
[Rei takes a slow drag, relishing in the pause it gives him. This was always going to come out sooner or later... but it's a bit of a pain that it happened here in Avalon, given that they have no idea how long it will take to get back home. He was counting on it coming out close enough to the division battle that Rosho and Sasara would have to keep him on the team even if they hated him. Now...
"How come?"......]
...Doesn't matter. It won't change anything.
[It's almost tempting to explain himself (which in itself if a thorn in his side-- ugh, sentimentality), but he won't. Not earlier, to his youngest son. Not now, to his teammate. Not ever.]
So, Sasara-kun. [His eyes dart back to Sasara, darkly appraising.] What will you do with that, I wonder?
[If he needs to recalibrate his plans because Dotsuitare Hompo is now a team of two... he'd like to know, thank you.]
[ It's just obvious by the look on him, Sasara hasn't made up his mind yet. Flat and neutral, an expression that doesn't veer into dramatically angry or excessively shocked. What to say? ]
He's got a hard head on his shoulders, if there ain't a thing to change it...
[ The wilful type, and definitely too much like someone else from Sasara's past to have made that one work, he heard. Even so, Ichiro must'a been just some tyke back when, just with his little brothers in tow. Would you call that secrecy 'like father, like son'?
He watches the smoke spill into Rei's pause, not liking the lull. Being who opened up that barrel, put Rei on the spot, Sasara thought he was the one to lead the interrogation. The old man's look tells him no, the question pins him into his seat uncomfortably. Theatrics would have him squirming; this is serious.
Trust ... Maybe he shouldn't have– ]
It oughta not change anything, right? [ His tone detracts from any wording that could sound like forgiveness, like Sasara agrees with a backstory he didn't know about. But it's 3-versus-3. ]
Hmmm. Right. [Rei's eyes idly follow the smoke that drifts in the air. Frosty neutrality is the best outcome he could expect, really.]
Well, then, Team Leader. [Rei closes his laptop with finality, standing up from the table. His moniker for Sasara contains none of the warmth it had earlier, putting a clear distance between them.] If that's all, I'll be seeing you later.
[Rei behaves like a threat, bringing his persona to bear. Stop digging. Stop digging. Stop digging before you regret it. But he's protecting himself-- protecting himself from caring about what Sasara might think-- just as much.]
[ Sasara gets what he's hearing. It's not the same but close enough to some past he only admits to with an airy, careless note—if at all. He's not in the business of solemn lectures. Team leader, he's that however. ]
W-wait! [ Just a moment, as much as Rei wants to dodge the rest of this talk and whatever it might turn into. ] What about Rosho?
[ With just that he's saying he won't run and tell him, though he stands up too. ] He's gullible as all, but if he figures it out he's not gonna let you off without saying anything. [ Unlike Sasara. So: ] Think of something. [ He won't say it out loud... Lie. He'll still trust Rei with that much. ]
[ Sasara bristles, the truth of his response striking. Rei is much better at making threats. ]
Teh. [ It's a defiant and all the same faint scoff of an answer. Like crumpling up that letter from Chuuo-ku, but still going... He'll think about it all.
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What's in the box? Sasara spins his way of having walked in right around to get it, and he scoots a chair over closer to Rei; himself with it, naturally. Even he's ready to wind down like this, once in a while. ] Thanks. [ Feels like it's still warm. He can catch that hint of fondness without looking back up. ]
With the way things ended up, ya know, there's some sorta side to you, Rei.
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Dunno what you're talking about. Just behaving like a proper little teammate.
[That's all there is to it! Right?.. He's just playing. Surely.]
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This part even deserves him not chewing throughout. ] It was just right. So, thanks again, even if ya won't have it.
[ Ahem! Back to tending his blood sugar household and letting his cheerful expression betray what more Sasara has to get to. ] There's something else, though!
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He won't get used to it.]
And what would that be?
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That note ya had me pass onto him, it's really been on my mind. [ "An old acquaintance". Something of the sort, Sasara finally figured, could really be the truth. He'll have to let dinner go cold.
He ought to have his serious face back on after all. ] I didn't look inside, but you'd put your name on the back. [ Hadn't he? ] Yamada Rei.
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Rei finally looks at Sasara directly, face unreadable.
Well.... it was about time.]
So you noticed. [He studies Sasara's expression, taking in the dips of his mouth and the angle of his brows. Sasara looks solemn... but seems to be reserving judgment. Or maybe he's just waiting for the confirmation before showing disgust? He is the product of a broken household himself, after all.
Rei's lips finally quirk upwards, a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. This will be interesting.]
Yeah, that's right. [Rei reaches for his lighter and smokes, casual as anything.] Those were my kids.
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Nothing really does.
Except, why...?
He honestly thought of himself having something to say, whether Rei came right out with it or not. That history of his own that he's got... it really ain't hard to compare it. Finally, the corners of his mouth twist it into a frown, though it seems it's just to speak up again.
It's still contrast to Rei's empty smile. ] That kid of yours, [ That's who Ichiro is, now. ] I only figured he had no one around.
[ What a shot in the dark; Sasara knows but—! ] How come?
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[Rei takes a slow drag, relishing in the pause it gives him. This was always going to come out sooner or later... but it's a bit of a pain that it happened here in Avalon, given that they have no idea how long it will take to get back home. He was counting on it coming out close enough to the division battle that Rosho and Sasara would have to keep him on the team even if they hated him. Now...
"How come?"......]
...Doesn't matter. It won't change anything.
[It's almost tempting to explain himself (which in itself if a thorn in his side-- ugh, sentimentality), but he won't. Not earlier, to his youngest son. Not now, to his teammate. Not ever.]
So, Sasara-kun. [His eyes dart back to Sasara, darkly appraising.] What will you do with that, I wonder?
[If he needs to recalibrate his plans because Dotsuitare Hompo is now a team of two... he'd like to know, thank you.]
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He's got a hard head on his shoulders, if there ain't a thing to change it...
[ The wilful type, and definitely too much like someone else from Sasara's past to have made that one work, he heard. Even so, Ichiro must'a been just some tyke back when, just with his little brothers in tow. Would you call that secrecy 'like father, like son'?
He watches the smoke spill into Rei's pause, not liking the lull. Being who opened up that barrel, put Rei on the spot, Sasara thought he was the one to lead the interrogation. The old man's look tells him no, the question pins him into his seat uncomfortably. Theatrics would have him squirming; this is serious.
Trust ... Maybe he shouldn't have– ]
It oughta not change anything, right? [ His tone detracts from any wording that could sound like forgiveness, like Sasara agrees with a backstory he didn't know about. But it's 3-versus-3. ]
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Well, then, Team Leader. [Rei closes his laptop with finality, standing up from the table. His moniker for Sasara contains none of the warmth it had earlier, putting a clear distance between them.] If that's all, I'll be seeing you later.
[Rei behaves like a threat, bringing his persona to bear. Stop digging. Stop digging. Stop digging before you regret it. But he's protecting himself-- protecting himself from caring about what Sasara might think-- just as much.]
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W-wait! [ Just a moment, as much as Rei wants to dodge the rest of this talk and whatever it might turn into. ] What about Rosho?
[ With just that he's saying he won't run and tell him, though he stands up too. ] He's gullible as all, but if he figures it out he's not gonna let you off without saying anything. [ Unlike Sasara. So: ] Think of something. [ He won't say it out loud... Lie. He'll still trust Rei with that much. ]
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[Rei is still smiling, but it's more of a challenging expression that anything. If Sasara is so bent on keeping Rosho out of the loop, then...]
Guess you'll have to stay chummy with me for a while longer, after all.
[He turns to exit, leaving Sasara to dwell on it alone.]
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Teh. [ It's a defiant and all the same faint scoff of an answer. Like crumpling up that letter from Chuuo-ku, but still going... He'll think about it all.
Dinner's set to go cold. ]