[With the crutch handed over, Accelerator's attention turns away from it and more firmly onto the fighting. He's comfortable enough with the idea that nothing is going to happen with his crutch that he starts examining the state of the fighters below, his gaze flicking from person to person. There's only so much data he can draw through a visual inspection, and from his distance away, but it's better than disregarding it all completely. He came out to deal with it, after all.
He only breaks what he's doing to stare back at Endo, balking at that explanation.]
That's a shitty hobby to have.
[He's not one to talk, his hobbies extend only to reading and sleeping.
Turning his gaze back to the kids below, he finishes his observation and absently reaches up to fiddle with his choker again. He's still got some time, so as long as no one is overly stubborn he's fairly sure he can end this quickly and efficiently. Scooping up some rocks that are near where he's sitting, he starts tossing one into the air, over and over again.]
Clean up, huh? [That's with the distinct tone of, "I hate having to clean up other people's messes."]
no subject
He only breaks what he's doing to stare back at Endo, balking at that explanation.]
That's a shitty hobby to have.
[He's not one to talk, his hobbies extend only to reading and sleeping.
Turning his gaze back to the kids below, he finishes his observation and absently reaches up to fiddle with his choker again. He's still got some time, so as long as no one is overly stubborn he's fairly sure he can end this quickly and efficiently. Scooping up some rocks that are near where he's sitting, he starts tossing one into the air, over and over again.]
Clean up, huh? [That's with the distinct tone of, "I hate having to clean up other people's messes."]