[ 'Young master?' 'Young master'??? Fuuta's face crumples in obvious distaste, tinged with a hint of disgust. Even if this guy's poking fun at him, where the hell did that come from? ]
What -- no. Don't call me that. Why do so many people here use stupid nicknames. [ Even setting aside people who still insist on calling him dumb rabbit-related bullshit weeks and weeks after that stupid game, too many people here seem allergic to just using names. Like normal, functional people. ] You're supposed to call people by their name. Kajiyama. I'm Kajiyama.
[ Whatever, though. It's not like he thinks this guy actually cares, or is going to remember his name. That's fine, that's not the point, anyway.
What's much more important is that he 'win' this not-quite-argument.
He'd jolted to a stop a half-beat after Tomura had, expression hardening and shoulders tensing at that pointed comment. And though it looks for a moment like he's about to hang back, that curt call for him to come along ends up being redundant -- Fuuta stomps after Tomura soon enough, shoulders squared and a sliver of jagged teeth bared as he snaps out his response. ]
Haa?! It's not like I said anything wrong! [ His sneaker-soles squeak off the flooring as he speed-walks to catch up to Tomura, blustering the whole way. ] It's not like I said anything unreasonable! It's just ... you're the one who started getting pissy about it? It's not like it's my fault ...
[ There's a sharp disconnect there, between what he's saying and how he's saying it. For as pointed and provocative as his word choice is, his delivery wobbles a bit at the edges, like he's trying to convince himself of what he's saying it even as the words are leaving him. (Funny, that. They would have come easier, without any hesitation, a few years ago.) Fuuta's steps briefly falter before he swallows thickly and catches up once more. ]
It just bothered me, alright. I don't owe you anything, I didn't do anything wrong. You get it?
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What -- no. Don't call me that. Why do so many people here use stupid nicknames. [ Even setting aside people who still insist on calling him dumb rabbit-related bullshit weeks and weeks after that stupid game, too many people here seem allergic to just using names. Like normal, functional people. ] You're supposed to call people by their name. Kajiyama. I'm Kajiyama.
[ Whatever, though. It's not like he thinks this guy actually cares, or is going to remember his name. That's fine, that's not the point, anyway.
What's much more important is that he 'win' this not-quite-argument.
He'd jolted to a stop a half-beat after Tomura had, expression hardening and shoulders tensing at that pointed comment. And though it looks for a moment like he's about to hang back, that curt call for him to come along ends up being redundant -- Fuuta stomps after Tomura soon enough, shoulders squared and a sliver of jagged teeth bared as he snaps out his response. ]
Haa?! It's not like I said anything wrong! [ His sneaker-soles squeak off the flooring as he speed-walks to catch up to Tomura, blustering the whole way. ] It's not like I said anything unreasonable! It's just ... you're the one who started getting pissy about it? It's not like it's my fault ...
[ There's a sharp disconnect there, between what he's saying and how he's saying it. For as pointed and provocative as his word choice is, his delivery wobbles a bit at the edges, like he's trying to convince himself of what he's saying it even as the words are leaving him. (Funny, that. They would have come easier, without any hesitation, a few years ago.) Fuuta's steps briefly falter before he swallows thickly and catches up once more. ]
It just bothered me, alright. I don't owe you anything, I didn't do anything wrong. You get it?