[Once he's caught his breath Accelerator looks around quietly. The warehouse is musty and rundown and Accelerator is sure there are rats living in the walls, but it's also dark and quiet. As far as liminal spaces go, it's the kind of place he could see himself taking a nap in if his reflection still worked continuously. As it is it functions, and if someone wanders in they're in an area that's out of the way enough that they wouldn't be noticed immediately. Which is good, he's incredibly vulnerable when charging his choker, so any caution he can take will help.
He gets pulled away from those thoughts when Endo speaks up, and that question has him blinking. Really? He's still on about that when he's this injured? Fucking weirdo. Accelerator clicks his tongue and glares, irritated.]
Most of what you said is true.
[That isn't something he's going to deny. As he answers he takes his phone out, getting a ten minute timer ready before setting it aside on the floor.]
You're still an asshole, though. You're delusional if you think otherwise.
[Breaking someone down psychologically is asshole behaviour, no doubts there. It's honestly a little scary how easily he managed to do it without having prior information about him and his mental state, though Accelerator chooses to keep that thought to himself. It was his own fault for underestimating Endo, but how he so quickly caught onto his insecurities and tore into them, and how he's now so casually teasing him like it was nothing....
There's a flare of anxiety in his gut and he abruptly looks away, pulling his battery charger out of his hoodie pocket. It's a small thing since the battery is only about the size of a thumbnail, and he unwinds the cord and plugs it into the outlet. Unlike his phone he's being cautious and keeping it in his hand. Then he brushes his hair behind his ear, so it's out of the way and easier to get at the calculation assistance device.]
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He gets pulled away from those thoughts when Endo speaks up, and that question has him blinking. Really? He's still on about that when he's this injured? Fucking weirdo. Accelerator clicks his tongue and glares, irritated.]
Most of what you said is true.
[That isn't something he's going to deny. As he answers he takes his phone out, getting a ten minute timer ready before setting it aside on the floor.]
You're still an asshole, though. You're delusional if you think otherwise.
[Breaking someone down psychologically is asshole behaviour, no doubts there. It's honestly a little scary how easily he managed to do it without having prior information about him and his mental state, though Accelerator chooses to keep that thought to himself. It was his own fault for underestimating Endo, but how he so quickly caught onto his insecurities and tore into them, and how he's now so casually teasing him like it was nothing....
There's a flare of anxiety in his gut and he abruptly looks away, pulling his battery charger out of his hoodie pocket. It's a small thing since the battery is only about the size of a thumbnail, and he unwinds the cord and plugs it into the outlet. Unlike his phone he's being cautious and keeping it in his hand. Then he brushes his hair behind his ear, so it's out of the way and easier to get at the calculation assistance device.]