( he wants to snap something back, something agitated--like how he's paid for everything, like how he's always offered everything himself, and kajiyama is a guy, so what does that mean? puts stupid holes in his stupid argument, but whatever. the more accurate statement would be that he wouldn't pay for a girl, anyway, and he doesn't want to have to go down that rabbit hole. he's living comfortably enough, an odd feeling, and it doesn't bother him to blow a bunch of credits on drinks if it keeps kajiyama next to him, which is a sobering thought. he'll leave it there.
his hand curves in around his own drink, but he doesn't take another sip. he watches, waits for that hoodie to come off, piled into kajiyama's lap; he should probably get him some water, but he's not sure he trusts what they might give at this place--better to wait until he's dragging him, or walking him, back home. at the very least, the ice in the drink will give him something to chew on--something to hopefully cool him down. maybe he's too used to the feeling of burning up on the inside, but he feels relatively comfortable, even in the muggy night air.
his tongue works at the inside of his cheek, across his teeth, considering. no trial means that he was probably kidnapped and dropped there--but then again, funnily, he thinks: do villains get trials? no one asks them why they did it, no one tries to defend them. regular people, petty crimes, those might get trials; but since he'd been a kid, he'd always just heard of the bad guys going away to prison, and that had been that.
there's a faint shake of his head. )
Never heard of it. Milgram. But then again, we already know our Japans are different, yeah? Not like you have people with quirks running around.
( --which falls out of his mouth before he realizes it, quickly rolling his eyes to take a small sip of his cocktail. )
You were alone? Did anyone tell you anything, once you woke up there? Sounds like someone might've had it out for you, if you were kidnapped there. ( oddly, weirdly, he doesn't like that idea. doesn't like the thought of someone keeping tabs on kajiyama like he's some kind of lab rat. )
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his hand curves in around his own drink, but he doesn't take another sip. he watches, waits for that hoodie to come off, piled into kajiyama's lap; he should probably get him some water, but he's not sure he trusts what they might give at this place--better to wait until he's dragging him, or walking him, back home. at the very least, the ice in the drink will give him something to chew on--something to hopefully cool him down. maybe he's too used to the feeling of burning up on the inside, but he feels relatively comfortable, even in the muggy night air.
his tongue works at the inside of his cheek, across his teeth, considering. no trial means that he was probably kidnapped and dropped there--but then again, funnily, he thinks: do villains get trials? no one asks them why they did it, no one tries to defend them. regular people, petty crimes, those might get trials; but since he'd been a kid, he'd always just heard of the bad guys going away to prison, and that had been that.
there's a faint shake of his head. )
Never heard of it. Milgram. But then again, we already know our Japans are different, yeah? Not like you have people with quirks running around.
( --which falls out of his mouth before he realizes it, quickly rolling his eyes to take a small sip of his cocktail. )
You were alone? Did anyone tell you anything, once you woke up there? Sounds like someone might've had it out for you, if you were kidnapped there. ( oddly, weirdly, he doesn't like that idea. doesn't like the thought of someone keeping tabs on kajiyama like he's some kind of lab rat. )