[ Even more birds. What the hell does this guy think he is? Fuuta just rolls his eyes, his tail beating a steady, impatient rhythm against the floor as he watches Hiyori whirl and showboat his way through that proposal of a plan.
For better or worse, it is only greeted with an unimpressed stare, followed by a deadpan: ]
What the hell are you talking about. Of course you're going to be the distraction.
[ To his meager credit, it isn't even like Fuuta's deliberately trying to put Hiyori in danger ... this time. For now. But his tail swishes around, shifting positions before resuming that rhythmic tapping against the floor as he elaborates. ]
I mean, I guess your little birds can distract the other people who've been transformed, if you want? But they're not the thing getting in my way here. It's the staff -- if I try to leave, they'll all yell at me, and poke at me with sticks, and whatever else to get me to stay. I could probably scare them off if I really tried, but that could get annoying, and I don't want a bunch of'em chasing after me. So they've got me stuck here unless I wanna deal with all that, and that's what I'm sick of. It's boring here, I wanna be back out on the floors.
[ His hunger for excitement is leaking through, lending his words an especially hasty, impatient edge, and Fuuta's next huffed exhale is accompanied by a burst of stray embers puffing from past his lips before he continues. ]
And you're gonna be the best way to distract them. Like, are you stupid? Isn't that obvious? They won't care as much about some sparkly bird, but you're decently ranked, aren't you? Like you keep rubbing in my face. [ Yes, he says that last part with a bit of spiteful venom creeping into his voice. ] So once we're near the gates, you kick up a fuss with them -- and I don't really care how. Bitch at them, or say you'll put on a show, or whatever. Do some idol stuff. And while they're distracted, I'll slip out. And then you can leave, too, because there's no reason they'll wanna keep you here, since you're not transformed. That's good for you too, isn't it? So you won't be stuck here pissing yourself the moment someone else finds you. Got it, dumbass?
[ At least there's some sort of salient through line to what he's saying, even if it's being more abrasive about it than is really necessary. ]
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For better or worse, it is only greeted with an unimpressed stare, followed by a deadpan: ]
What the hell are you talking about. Of course you're going to be the distraction.
[ To his meager credit, it isn't even like Fuuta's deliberately trying to put Hiyori in danger ... this time. For now. But his tail swishes around, shifting positions before resuming that rhythmic tapping against the floor as he elaborates. ]
I mean, I guess your little birds can distract the other people who've been transformed, if you want? But they're not the thing getting in my way here. It's the staff -- if I try to leave, they'll all yell at me, and poke at me with sticks, and whatever else to get me to stay. I could probably scare them off if I really tried, but that could get annoying, and I don't want a bunch of'em chasing after me. So they've got me stuck here unless I wanna deal with all that, and that's what I'm sick of. It's boring here, I wanna be back out on the floors.
[ His hunger for excitement is leaking through, lending his words an especially hasty, impatient edge, and Fuuta's next huffed exhale is accompanied by a burst of stray embers puffing from past his lips before he continues. ]
And you're gonna be the best way to distract them. Like, are you stupid? Isn't that obvious? They won't care as much about some sparkly bird, but you're decently ranked, aren't you? Like you keep rubbing in my face. [ Yes, he says that last part with a bit of spiteful venom creeping into his voice. ] So once we're near the gates, you kick up a fuss with them -- and I don't really care how. Bitch at them, or say you'll put on a show, or whatever. Do some idol stuff. And while they're distracted, I'll slip out. And then you can leave, too, because there's no reason they'll wanna keep you here, since you're not transformed. That's good for you too, isn't it? So you won't be stuck here pissing yourself the moment someone else finds you. Got it, dumbass?
[ At least there's some sort of salient through line to what he's saying, even if it's being more abrasive about it than is really necessary. ]