Mmm, [ her own place. can't really fault her for that. together, Getou and Gojou are a handful; separated, they're unbearable. it's unbearable. a decade of lines in the sand is a hard habit to break, but a handful of catalysts have put them onto a strange, new track — no longer running parallel and, indeed, liable to end up mangled together in some nasty crash or another. she doesn't need to be there for the collision. ] Squatters' rights.
[ which becomes relevant again as he answers Gojou's question, leaning far too into their shared space, practically crushing Ieiri between two broad shoulders until he twists in and points east. with it being evening, the sun casts setting gold light on the building face, shadows growing long; his finger is aimed quite literally at the very top corner. ]
The penthouse there. [ bougie. predictable. he's always had a craving for the finer things in life, always felt like he deserved them. if humans have made one good contribution to the world, it's luxury, and he relishes in robbing them of it; this has just been his most recent opportunity. now convinced Gojou's undergone enough sticky-handed punishment, he stuffs the remains of his riceball into his mouth, cheeks inflating as he chews, a singular grain of rice clinging to his cheek like a dimple. he begins using the singular napkin wrapped up in the packaging to scrub fluffy cream from long, pale fingers; dutiful, the effort is earnest, resting his forearm on Gojou's on Ieiri's lap like she's some kind of table. ]
[ a hypocrite in possession of great audacity, he then begins criticizing Gojou's eating habits with his own mouth way too stuffed full of grains and salmon: ]
'Atodu, when will you learn do ead? [ ..."eat", that is. ]
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[ which becomes relevant again as he answers Gojou's question, leaning far too into their shared space, practically crushing Ieiri between two broad shoulders until he twists in and points east. with it being evening, the sun casts setting gold light on the building face, shadows growing long; his finger is aimed quite literally at the very top corner. ]
The penthouse there. [ bougie. predictable. he's always had a craving for the finer things in life, always felt like he deserved them. if humans have made one good contribution to the world, it's luxury, and he relishes in robbing them of it; this has just been his most recent opportunity. now convinced Gojou's undergone enough sticky-handed punishment, he stuffs the remains of his riceball into his mouth, cheeks inflating as he chews, a singular grain of rice clinging to his cheek like a dimple. he begins using the singular napkin wrapped up in the packaging to scrub fluffy cream from long, pale fingers; dutiful, the effort is earnest, resting his forearm on Gojou's on Ieiri's lap like she's some kind of table. ]
[ a hypocrite in possession of great audacity, he then begins criticizing Gojou's eating habits with his own mouth way too stuffed full of grains and salmon: ]
'Atodu, when will you learn do ead? [ ..."eat", that is. ]