[ oh, there's recognition there, true and bright in the boy's gaze. his hands even lift to fight him — marvelous! what are they teaching the kids these days that this monkey thinks he even has a remote chance against him, powers suppressed upon arrival or otherwise. he almost can't help the laugh that falls out of his mouth. ]
[ still, it's good he doesn't just roll over. if Getou attacked him now, he'd probably do everything he could to live, even if that life was pointless in defending, as quickly as bodies resurrect in this strange city. he's proof. of course, with Yuuji separating them, the whispers return back to a plaintive hum, mingling their messages: suspicious, cog, he won't tell him, weakling, he won't tell him, tell him, say it— ]
[ at Itadori's question, all he does is... point at a particularly chatty shelf. ]
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[ still, it's good he doesn't just roll over. if Getou attacked him now, he'd probably do everything he could to live, even if that life was pointless in defending, as quickly as bodies resurrect in this strange city. he's proof. of course, with Yuuji separating them, the whispers return back to a plaintive hum, mingling their messages: suspicious, cog, he won't tell him, weakling, he won't tell him, tell him, say it— ]
[ at Itadori's question, all he does is... point at a particularly chatty shelf. ]
Now what could that mean?