[ What an emotional rollercoaster he's going on here. Because for a hot second Fuuta stands up a little straighter, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a smug grin when he hears the guy turn the director down. That's right! See! He did a good thing in keeping this guy from getting embroiled in some nasty jerkoff fodder passion project! He did the right thing by stepping in!
-- and then the director points right at him, and Fuuta jerks back. Followed by an indignant bark the moment he realizes where this is going. ]
Wh -- what the fuck?! You can't do that!
[ Except the director apparently very much can? The buzz of a Watch has Fuuta whipping around to stare at Minato, realizing what just happened, and he stomps closer to the director, jagged teeth bared as he growls, ]
You fucking hack scam artist! What kinda director are you, just dragging people into your bullshit and then fucking with them like that! I oughta --
[ 'Oughta' ... what? Because for as loud as Fuuta's bark is, his bite is nonexistent; he flinches back the moment the director glares at him and raises a fist in clear threat, flanked by equally irate staff members, and by the time Fuuta's worked his nerve back up, the director and his posse are already walking off in search of the next gullible victim to rope into the their project.
For a moment, Fuuta just looks awkwardly from the director's retreating figure, to Minato, then back. Then finally, as his gaze furtively drops to some point on the floor, he mutters, ]
no subject
-- and then the director points right at him, and Fuuta jerks back. Followed by an indignant bark the moment he realizes where this is going. ]
Wh -- what the fuck?! You can't do that!
[ Except the director apparently very much can? The buzz of a Watch has Fuuta whipping around to stare at Minato, realizing what just happened, and he stomps closer to the director, jagged teeth bared as he growls, ]
You fucking hack scam artist! What kinda director are you, just dragging people into your bullshit and then fucking with them like that! I oughta --
[ 'Oughta' ... what? Because for as loud as Fuuta's bark is, his bite is nonexistent; he flinches back the moment the director glares at him and raises a fist in clear threat, flanked by equally irate staff members, and by the time Fuuta's worked his nerve back up, the director and his posse are already walking off in search of the next gullible victim to rope into the their project.
For a moment, Fuuta just looks awkwardly from the director's retreating figure, to Minato, then back. Then finally, as his gaze furtively drops to some point on the floor, he mutters, ]
... that wasn't my fault.