[ which is everything that confirms he really won't win. Getou watches Rokurou watch the changing lights, witnessing a black pupil illuminate with permission. the curse eater stands for many beats as he watches the daemon's body move, appraising his blitzkrieg commitment to the game — to any challenge, regardless of its importance. this is well-noted — along with his pace, stride, the flow of his energy and the work of the machine the man has crafted — and documented, tucked away for when it's needed. ]
[ he has a good summation of this man, he thinks. will he stay interesting? ]
[ at the rectangle of pavement the traffic signs bracket, a challenger sprints with their dearest efforts, trickling sweat and lactic acid. the other blinks into existence, covering the distance in a fraction of all his admiration, before those final few steps eat up the tarmac: dry, still, regulated and controlled. the only thing out of place is a few floating hairs that delay settling into gravity after the speed of his transfer. it suggests far more strength than he released during their spar. ]
[ before Rokurou can speak, he raises a finger, hushing him. time starts now. ]
Don't complain. [ he can already hear this man accusing fraud, demanding do-over. these fall outside of the promise of his loss and their agreement, and Getou challenges him to not be a man of his word with a pointed gaze. only when he proves his obedience will they move on. ]
no subject
[ he has a good summation of this man, he thinks. will he stay interesting? ]
[ at the rectangle of pavement the traffic signs bracket, a challenger sprints with their dearest efforts, trickling sweat and lactic acid. the other blinks into existence, covering the distance in a fraction of all his admiration, before those final few steps eat up the tarmac: dry, still, regulated and controlled. the only thing out of place is a few floating hairs that delay settling into gravity after the speed of his transfer. it suggests far more strength than he released during their spar. ]
[ before Rokurou can speak, he raises a finger, hushing him. time starts now. ]
Don't complain. [ he can already hear this man accusing fraud, demanding do-over. these fall outside of the promise of his loss and their agreement, and Getou challenges him to not be a man of his word with a pointed gaze. only when he proves his obedience will they move on. ]