[ If he were capable of it, maybe he would feel bad about bullying an easy target. For all the bluster, Kajiyama is reluctant to actually let him get close, in a hurry to stumble backwards so much that he nearly trips over his own feet, or the raised edge of the walkway. It feels something like trying to intimidate a rabbit. So is it slightly admirable that Kajiyama tries to stick to his word anyhow, or does it make him look even all the more tryhard? Maybe a bit of both.
It is a bit unanticipated that Kajiyama actually takes his suggestion seriously. There's a slight widening of his eyes in interest as he takes his own shirt back, then follows the path of Kajiyama's hands back to the edge of his hoodie. Oh—he's really gonna do it. An amused exhale rushes through his nose as he watches Kajiyama pull off that hoodie—it's only because he finds it funny that he's paying enough attention to note the smattering of bruises that a brief lift of the undershirt reveals. At the moment, Tomura thinks nothing of it: he's seen enough people sore and bruised from their idea of "play" that it doesn't immediately seem remarkable. ]
Huh. [ In that mild, amused tone before he takes the hoodie. Stylistically, he doesn't object to a fairly comfortable, nondescript piece of clothing, and since Kajiyama had gone into all the trouble, he'll put it on, even if he doesn't need it. One arm and his head go through their respective holes first, then a transferring of his T-shirt, then the other arm. It fits, more or less. His sturdier build fills out the arms and torso area a little more, and the ends of the hoodie stop around his waistband, when it's probably meant to fall lower. He stuffs his shed tee into the pocket of the hoodie and proceeds to scoop his hair out from the neckline—even so, it's warm. Jeez, the guy had really worn something like this to a place that feels like a greenhouse. ]
More to your liking, mister? [ he asks in a dry, sarcastic drawl as he turns his head to face Kajiyama again. ] Do you usually get that bothered by some flower pollen? Or are you embarrassed to see someone shirtless?
[ No word of thanks, unfortunately—as far as he was concerned though, the avalanche of pollen hadn't been a big deal in the first place. ]
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It is a bit unanticipated that Kajiyama actually takes his suggestion seriously. There's a slight widening of his eyes in interest as he takes his own shirt back, then follows the path of Kajiyama's hands back to the edge of his hoodie. Oh—he's really gonna do it. An amused exhale rushes through his nose as he watches Kajiyama pull off that hoodie—it's only because he finds it funny that he's paying enough attention to note the smattering of bruises that a brief lift of the undershirt reveals. At the moment, Tomura thinks nothing of it: he's seen enough people sore and bruised from their idea of "play" that it doesn't immediately seem remarkable. ]
Huh. [ In that mild, amused tone before he takes the hoodie. Stylistically, he doesn't object to a fairly comfortable, nondescript piece of clothing, and since Kajiyama had gone into all the trouble, he'll put it on, even if he doesn't need it. One arm and his head go through their respective holes first, then a transferring of his T-shirt, then the other arm. It fits, more or less. His sturdier build fills out the arms and torso area a little more, and the ends of the hoodie stop around his waistband, when it's probably meant to fall lower. He stuffs his shed tee into the pocket of the hoodie and proceeds to scoop his hair out from the neckline—even so, it's warm. Jeez, the guy had really worn something like this to a place that feels like a greenhouse. ]
More to your liking, mister? [ he asks in a dry, sarcastic drawl as he turns his head to face Kajiyama again. ] Do you usually get that bothered by some flower pollen? Or are you embarrassed to see someone shirtless?
[ No word of thanks, unfortunately—as far as he was concerned though, the avalanche of pollen hadn't been a big deal in the first place. ]