[At least he knows where his palm's been... probably. Mondo could've been cleaning out air ducts with that thing and Ryuji would be none the wiser.]
Blegh! [As if he's the one who should be grossed out.] What do you style that thing with, industrial glue!? It's like a third appendage growin' out of your head!
[Maybe that's Mondo's secret to his dexterity, as he amazingly manages not to drop any of his food when (to Ryuji's relief) he backs off.]
Did I say that? [Huffing, he makes a show of smoothing out his shirt with a persnickety fastidiousness he doesn't actually feel.] Quit puttin' words in my mouth, damn it. I'm here to help you, like I keep sayin'.
[Has he actually said that before??? Probably. If not, it was strongly implied, so whatever, same deal. His face and tone are begrudging, but he plants his feet solidly, apparently serious about this offer.
If he could confront Mondo in his Palace--and it seems more than likely he'd have one--he would, but without the Meta-Nav confronting him in reality is the next best thing he can do.]
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Blegh! [As if he's the one who should be grossed out.] What do you style that thing with, industrial glue!? It's like a third appendage growin' out of your head!
[Maybe that's Mondo's secret to his dexterity, as he amazingly manages not to drop any of his food when (to Ryuji's relief) he backs off.]
Did I say that? [Huffing, he makes a show of smoothing out his shirt with a persnickety fastidiousness he doesn't actually feel.] Quit puttin' words in my mouth, damn it. I'm here to help you, like I keep sayin'.
[Has he actually said that before??? Probably. If not, it was strongly implied, so whatever, same deal. His face and tone are begrudging, but he plants his feet solidly, apparently serious about this offer.
If he could confront Mondo in his Palace--and it seems more than likely he'd have one--he would, but without the Meta-Nav confronting him in reality is the next best thing he can do.]