[ In the moments between that annoyed sound and the additional questions about his love life, Endo studies Accelerator's face. He decides, in his drug-induced lighter state of being, that he likes when Accelerator appears deep in thought. Rather, he likes that he's the impulse that pushes him to think deeply, because it means that he's really making a spot for himself in his mind. All that thinking, just for him! Like Accelerator can't help but turn him over and over, trying to figure him out, or maybe reconcile his former anger with his current interest. Or both! Whatever it is, Endo has the notion that's carving out a wider space in Accelerator's consciousness, and that's been his goal since he got smacked around by the wings, so he's feeling pretty good about it.
Since he's a little more open in this state, not exactly adhering to his plan step-by-careful-step as he originally intended, the smile on his face turns a little sappy. Soft. Fond, even, because all of that attention, internal though it may be, is his. And his alone! It feels kind of nice, actually, and that encourages him to keep answering questions. Not that any of this is a secret — Endo doesn't care what anyone does or doesn't know about his sex life — but he'd probably be a little more teasing, a little less direct, just for the hell of it. Instead, he allows this to be a pretty simplistic conversation, free from too many layers and complications. ]
I don't go for clingy women. Everyone knows the deal up front. Most of 'em don't expect a seventeen-year-old to settle down with them, anyway.
[ Which is not to say that Endo hasn't attracted the occasional romantic, but typically, the women he goes for have their own "business" ventures that keep them busy. They aren't looking to get a boyfriend or make a family. They just want to have fun.
But he doesn't elaborate further. He's too busy giving Accelerator a look, the exact kind that he might give one of those women once they're interested — all charming enticement, while he laughs low and leans a little too far over the bed, just to get a little closer.
If Accelerator doesn't look away, Endo will hold his stare as he says: ]
But you tell me: what do you think they're getting out of it?
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Since he's a little more open in this state, not exactly adhering to his plan step-by-careful-step as he originally intended, the smile on his face turns a little sappy. Soft. Fond, even, because all of that attention, internal though it may be, is his. And his alone! It feels kind of nice, actually, and that encourages him to keep answering questions. Not that any of this is a secret — Endo doesn't care what anyone does or doesn't know about his sex life — but he'd probably be a little more teasing, a little less direct, just for the hell of it. Instead, he allows this to be a pretty simplistic conversation, free from too many layers and complications. ]
I don't go for clingy women. Everyone knows the deal up front. Most of 'em don't expect a seventeen-year-old to settle down with them, anyway.
[ Which is not to say that Endo hasn't attracted the occasional romantic, but typically, the women he goes for have their own "business" ventures that keep them busy. They aren't looking to get a boyfriend or make a family. They just want to have fun.
But he doesn't elaborate further. He's too busy giving Accelerator a look, the exact kind that he might give one of those women once they're interested — all charming enticement, while he laughs low and leans a little too far over the bed, just to get a little closer.
If Accelerator doesn't look away, Endo will hold his stare as he says: ]
But you tell me: what do you think they're getting out of it?