[ Endo's in the process of getting a hold over himself when Accelerator makes that slight, near-laugh sound, and it makes him laugh again — not quite as hard, but definitely building off of his still-lingering mirth. This whole situation is pretty ridiculous, all things considered — from where they started, to where they are now — but all these little interactions feel like wins. It is progress, even though Endo's not currently framing it that way. Though he pays no mind to it now, later he'll have to do some thinking about the fact that he's genuinely having a good time — no complications, no frills. Hell, even his more immediate goals have taken somewhat of a backseat; not out of mind or off the table, but Endo's more rooted in the present than three steps ahead.
When he finally feels like he can get a breath in without jostling his ribs, he says: ]
Nah.
[ Because Accelerator is right: there's no way he'd want to be treated with kid gloves. Not here, not during a fight. If he's remotely interested in someone, whether due to their strength or god-like wings, he wants to see what they dish out, regardless of the form it comes in. That includes teasing — which will open more doors for Endo later, when he's capable of analyzing all these moments with a clear head. ]
This is better.
[ He lies back on the bed, all that laughing having taken a lot out of him. The urge to nap is suddenly strong, but he finally reaches for the bag that was sitting on his lap, but now sits toward the edge of the bed. Peeking inside, he raises his eyebrows. ]
Whoa — you guessed right.
[ New and expensive is Endo's taste, alright. He changes phones a lot to keep up with the new models — and for other reasons, too. He hadn't given Accelerator specific instructions about the purchase, but if he had made a direct demand, the newest iPhone would've been at the top of his list. ]
Guess you were thinking hard about me, huh? Tryin' to figure me out?
[ Accelerator gets only the briefest teasing smile before Endo takes the box out of the bag and begins opening it — one-handed, of course. ]
no subject
When he finally feels like he can get a breath in without jostling his ribs, he says: ]
Nah.
[ Because Accelerator is right: there's no way he'd want to be treated with kid gloves. Not here, not during a fight. If he's remotely interested in someone, whether due to their strength or god-like wings, he wants to see what they dish out, regardless of the form it comes in. That includes teasing — which will open more doors for Endo later, when he's capable of analyzing all these moments with a clear head. ]
This is better.
[ He lies back on the bed, all that laughing having taken a lot out of him. The urge to nap is suddenly strong, but he finally reaches for the bag that was sitting on his lap, but now sits toward the edge of the bed. Peeking inside, he raises his eyebrows. ]
Whoa — you guessed right.
[ New and expensive is Endo's taste, alright. He changes phones a lot to keep up with the new models — and for other reasons, too. He hadn't given Accelerator specific instructions about the purchase, but if he had made a direct demand, the newest iPhone would've been at the top of his list. ]
Guess you were thinking hard about me, huh? Tryin' to figure me out?
[ Accelerator gets only the briefest teasing smile before Endo takes the box out of the bag and begins opening it — one-handed, of course. ]