[Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, he makes an offhand gesture--carry on, my liege and waits with an intent air of expectation.
With most, he wouldn't bother trying to exert any patience whatsoever, but he'd seen the horror in Mondo's face--both times, when the memory of the real Fujisaki had played out, and when the fake Fujisaki had appeared in Tartarus. Mondo had already attempted to, quite literally, die for his sins. People who don't care about repenting wouldn't do that. He's not all bad, infuriating as he can be.
But the story is a far cry from what he thought he'd get--some grudge against a cross-dressing classmate who'd bandied the word secrets around, maybe, or an equally misguided reason why he'd had to do it. It's even more of a shock to the system than walking into some kind of workshop.
Another battle royale!?]
What the fuck, man? A bear robot?
[He squints in strained disbelief. This sounds awfully, awfully familiar...]
You didn't look that forced to me. And that kid didn't look like she was tryin'a kill you first.
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With most, he wouldn't bother trying to exert any patience whatsoever, but he'd seen the horror in Mondo's face--both times, when the memory of the real Fujisaki had played out, and when the fake Fujisaki had appeared in Tartarus. Mondo had already attempted to, quite literally, die for his sins. People who don't care about repenting wouldn't do that. He's not all bad, infuriating as he can be.
But the story is a far cry from what he thought he'd get--some grudge against a cross-dressing classmate who'd bandied the word secrets around, maybe, or an equally misguided reason why he'd had to do it. It's even more of a shock to the system than walking into some kind of workshop.
Another battle royale!?]
What the fuck, man? A bear robot?
[He squints in strained disbelief. This sounds awfully, awfully familiar...]
You didn't look that forced to me. And that kid didn't look like she was tryin'a kill you first.