No. Just try to be somewhat discerning. [Midousuji withdraws his hand, letting his hand dangle by its limp wrist near his collar, rolling his head back as he rolls his eyes in tandem, tongue loosely unfurling against the side of his jaw.]
You weren’t trying to talk to people because you’re trying to find a Bond. Your solicitation wasn’t even tactfully driven.
[Midousuji’s posture, almost inhumanly quick, snaps back to Ishigaki—his finger is hooked on his furled mask, other arm dangling, head tilted as his eyes widen, lightless and boring through. his gaze is unsympathetic, and absolutely critical—but at the very root of it, there’s actually some concern. Midousuji wouldn’t be caught dead expressing it, but…Ishigaki’s role in the totem has changed, recently.]
You haven’t even been here for long, and you’re so desperate? Disgusting. [Midousuji narrows his eyes, and gives Ishigaki a sharp, mean poke in the collarbone.] Hideous. So gross. Have some self respect, Ishigaki-kun.
[he straightens up again.]
Of course…
[Midousuji rolls his eyes away, straightening his gloves.]
I’m not stupid enough to think that our models are at aaaaall similar by design… It’s natural for you to want friends. Make connections. All that standard, fluffy distraction. And this is the place to indulge those distractions—within critical reason. Even for standard models.
[Midousuji glances at Ishigaki through the corner of his eyes.]
This place is more Hell than you could imagine compared to University in some other city within our country.
[therefor, after that harsh berating, as his most indirect gesture of what he wouldn’t dare describe as kindness,] So, I’ll tell you anything you need to know. Whenever. By aaaaall means, Ishigaki-kun, and I mean this sincerely: [Midousuji rolls his eyes away again, and just as before, his tongue flops out.] be a pain in my neck.
[his posture rights again, and he looks at Ishigaki properly.]
i swear to god this foreshadowing was UNINTENTIONAL
You weren’t trying to talk to people because you’re trying to find a Bond. Your solicitation wasn’t even tactfully driven.
[Midousuji’s posture, almost inhumanly quick, snaps back to Ishigaki—his finger is hooked on his furled mask, other arm dangling, head tilted as his eyes widen, lightless and boring through. his gaze is unsympathetic, and absolutely critical—but at the very root of it, there’s actually some concern. Midousuji wouldn’t be caught dead expressing it, but…Ishigaki’s role in the totem has changed, recently.]
You haven’t even been here for long, and you’re so desperate? Disgusting. [Midousuji narrows his eyes, and gives Ishigaki a sharp, mean poke in the collarbone.] Hideous. So gross. Have some self respect, Ishigaki-kun.
[he straightens up again.]
Of course…
[Midousuji rolls his eyes away, straightening his gloves.]
I’m not stupid enough to think that our models are at aaaaall similar by design… It’s natural for you to want friends. Make connections. All that standard, fluffy distraction. And this is the place to indulge those distractions—within critical reason. Even for standard models.
[Midousuji glances at Ishigaki through the corner of his eyes.]
This place is more Hell than you could imagine compared to University in some other city within our country.
[therefor, after that harsh berating, as his most indirect gesture of what he wouldn’t dare describe as kindness,] So, I’ll tell you anything you need to know. Whenever. By aaaaall means, Ishigaki-kun, and I mean this sincerely: [Midousuji rolls his eyes away again, and just as before, his tongue flops out.] be a pain in my neck.
[his posture rights again, and he looks at Ishigaki properly.]
I’m a leader. I can shepard you easily.