[ A playful quip in return as he returns to gather his own kimono. As a man who can drink with someone one moment and then kill them in the next, the back turned toward him means very little. The mood has shifted to drink, one he slips to seamlessly, amorous thoughts of beautiful throat slitting and gutting everything beneath ribs exchanged for daydreams of sake and sweet potatoes. Wanting one's companionship and wanting to kill them do not strike him as mutually exclusive.
When straightening up, he does not miss the face Getou makes. Like biting into a lemon. The daemon immediately makes an assumption: girlfriend? With a face like that, it may be an ex-girlfriend. But he quickly puts pondering on what kind of woman could make a man like Getou Suguru pull a face aside in favor of a race. As nearly as much a lover of competition and games as sparring, delight brightens his features. ]
Yeah! [ he follows the line of Getou's finger, nodding as he marks the route, ] As long as you aren't tricking me and planning to run off in the opposite direction.
[ Lightly said with a laugh, but if that really is the gambit, he will hunt this man down. You can't hang liquor and candied sweet potatoes in front of his nose and then take them away; too cruel, too cruel, especially when he has not eaten since arriving. Even if he had considered leaving earlier sheerly to be contrary, he is invested now. ]
Want to make it more interesting? [ Rokurou takes a moment to stretch, limbering up a bit more, ] Something like ... loser has to do what the winner says for—is a day too much? Maybe an hour?
[ He tosses a stick down to act as their 'starting line' out of fairness and stands behind it, ready to take off. ]
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[ A playful quip in return as he returns to gather his own kimono. As a man who can drink with someone one moment and then kill them in the next, the back turned toward him means very little. The mood has shifted to drink, one he slips to seamlessly, amorous thoughts of beautiful throat slitting and gutting everything beneath ribs exchanged for daydreams of sake and sweet potatoes. Wanting one's companionship and wanting to kill them do not strike him as mutually exclusive.
When straightening up, he does not miss the face Getou makes. Like biting into a lemon. The daemon immediately makes an assumption: girlfriend? With a face like that, it may be an ex-girlfriend. But he quickly puts pondering on what kind of woman could make a man like Getou Suguru pull a face aside in favor of a race. As nearly as much a lover of competition and games as sparring, delight brightens his features. ]
Yeah! [ he follows the line of Getou's finger, nodding as he marks the route, ] As long as you aren't tricking me and planning to run off in the opposite direction.
[ Lightly said with a laugh, but if that really is the gambit, he will hunt this man down. You can't hang liquor and candied sweet potatoes in front of his nose and then take them away; too cruel, too cruel, especially when he has not eaten since arriving. Even if he had considered leaving earlier sheerly to be contrary, he is invested now. ]
Want to make it more interesting? [ Rokurou takes a moment to stretch, limbering up a bit more, ] Something like ... loser has to do what the winner says for—is a day too much? Maybe an hour?
[ He tosses a stick down to act as their 'starting line' out of fairness and stands behind it, ready to take off. ]