[ Kid sure talks a lot. It's only difficult to respond to him for that fact, hard to get a word in edgewise. It feels a bit like talking to Twice, if Twice were more (impotently) aggressive and more intent on arguing with someone else rather than himself. Tomura could give a lot of answers, coming up in quick flashes of dialogue in his mind, but which he doesn't quite bother getting out of his mouth: I didn't smoke around you either, or It's personal when you're complaining about someone, and things like that.
Instead, he just lets Kajiyama argue. He's used to being the villain, real or imagined, and if anyone's been on the internet for any length of time, they would know "I never said that" or "I'm not pissed, dumbass" is the way to fight a losing battle. In the meantime, Tomura just turns his eyes vaguely skyward before taking his shirt by the back of the neck and tugging; he's already a poor candidate to care about partial nudity, and even moreso in the context of this depraved resort.
When the shirt comes off and the ambient air hits his bare torso, it gives him pause. His shirt is thin, but the temperatures don't feel any cooler against his skin, meaning he's probably running too hot to really feel it. That sounds an alarm bell in the back of his mind, but—not fucking again, right? He already had a week straight of this shit.
It'll go away if he just ignores it, probably. He shakes his shirt out somewhere off to the side, the powder rolling off of it in waves. It helps... a little? The yellow is a little less prominent when he inspects it.
And when Kajiyama finally huffs out his concluding remark, Tomura turns eyes back on him. Helping him, huh? ]
What d'you wanna do then? [ he intones drily. The shirt gets chucked in Kajiyama's direction—right in the face if he doesn't catch it. ] Wanna do my laundry for me? [ He steps in again, as close as he can to loom over the shorter man. ] Wanna buy me some new clothes? Or you wanna give me the clothes off your back?
[ Wanna suck me off behind a tree, if this shit's an aphrodisiac? He bites that one back. He's not fucking desperate, and who knows if this will turn out like that anyway. Not to mention he's not exactly looking to take this little spat in that direction; if it's just reaction he wants, any of his other suggestions will probably do the job. ]
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Instead, he just lets Kajiyama argue. He's used to being the villain, real or imagined, and if anyone's been on the internet for any length of time, they would know "I never said that" or "I'm not pissed, dumbass" is the way to fight a losing battle. In the meantime, Tomura just turns his eyes vaguely skyward before taking his shirt by the back of the neck and tugging; he's already a poor candidate to care about partial nudity, and even moreso in the context of this depraved resort.
When the shirt comes off and the ambient air hits his bare torso, it gives him pause. His shirt is thin, but the temperatures don't feel any cooler against his skin, meaning he's probably running too hot to really feel it. That sounds an alarm bell in the back of his mind, but—not fucking again, right? He already had a week straight of this shit.
It'll go away if he just ignores it, probably. He shakes his shirt out somewhere off to the side, the powder rolling off of it in waves. It helps... a little? The yellow is a little less prominent when he inspects it.
And when Kajiyama finally huffs out his concluding remark, Tomura turns eyes back on him. Helping him, huh? ]
What d'you wanna do then? [ he intones drily. The shirt gets chucked in Kajiyama's direction—right in the face if he doesn't catch it. ] Wanna do my laundry for me? [ He steps in again, as close as he can to loom over the shorter man. ] Wanna buy me some new clothes? Or you wanna give me the clothes off your back?
[ Wanna suck me off behind a tree, if this shit's an aphrodisiac? He bites that one back. He's not fucking desperate, and who knows if this will turn out like that anyway. Not to mention he's not exactly looking to take this little spat in that direction; if it's just reaction he wants, any of his other suggestions will probably do the job. ]