[ Under the force of that stare, Endo grows a little amused — a small, lazy smile working its way across his face as he anticipates a response that will be far from an amicable departure — but won't lead straight into violence, either. He's amenable to that, his interest hooked enough that he could be convinced to stick around and play this out for a while, though he's still leaning toward this enounter not being worth the amount of effort it'll take to get his questions answered.
Nonetheless, he decides to approach this a little more carefully than he might otherwise. Endo's dangerous and he likes to provoke, but he isn't stupid. Too much anger may cause the guy to reactive erratically; too harsh a push might encourage him to deliver than mere bruises — as well as no answers. There's a balanced to be struck, and since Endo is at an informational disadvantage, he needs to ensure he doesn't put himself so far on one side that he has to text Takiishi, of all people, to (hopefully) pick him up.
He holds both his ground and his languid demeanor as the guy steps closer. The guy clearly isn't afraid, and why should he be, with that false power at his disposal? But Endo isn't intimidated either, and backing down in the face of an open threat isn't part of his repertoire. Besides, this isn't the first time he's been on the receiving end of firm instructions that he chooses not to follow. ]
Oh, that's right. You said you could read people right away.
[ And assign them as asshole.
He shakes his head just once, as though disappointed. ]
But you didn't even give me a conversation first.
[ Not even a short one! A few words barely qualifies. If the original text message jumped the gun, this guy took off before the race was even set up.
Of course, his assumption is correct, but that's hardly relevant. ]
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Nonetheless, he decides to approach this a little more carefully than he might otherwise. Endo's dangerous and he likes to provoke, but he isn't stupid. Too much anger may cause the guy to reactive erratically; too harsh a push might encourage him to deliver than mere bruises — as well as no answers. There's a balanced to be struck, and since Endo is at an informational disadvantage, he needs to ensure he doesn't put himself so far on one side that he has to text Takiishi, of all people, to (hopefully) pick him up.
He holds both his ground and his languid demeanor as the guy steps closer. The guy clearly isn't afraid, and why should he be, with that false power at his disposal? But Endo isn't intimidated either, and backing down in the face of an open threat isn't part of his repertoire. Besides, this isn't the first time he's been on the receiving end of firm instructions that he chooses not to follow. ]
Oh, that's right. You said you could read people right away.
[ And assign them as asshole.
He shakes his head just once, as though disappointed. ]
But you didn't even give me a conversation first.
[ Not even a short one! A few words barely qualifies. If the original text message jumped the gun, this guy took off before the race was even set up.
Of course, his assumption is correct, but that's hardly relevant. ]