[ This could be a bit of a loaded question, if they were to take their entire limited history in context. Technically, Endo wasn't wrong about a lot of things — his decision to involve Accelerator in the gang fight, and then his decision to push him to the brink, were both good gambles. His thoughts about the collar were mostly correct, as were his ideas about its limitations. Endo didn't believe he would escape being harmed by the wings, so in a roundabout way, he was right about that, too. Throughout most of their first day together Endo made a lot of inferences and assumptions that proved to be correct — and if they really look at what that means, the end result is that Accelerator suffered for it.
But Endo hadn't exactly predicted how all of it would play out, and there were a few things he got wrong along the way. He certainly hadn't expected Accelerator to transform into a god, nor did he expect that he would fall for him as a result. Endo's wrong plenty; he just happens to be right when it counts.
And while, arguably, a fancy dinner doesn't matter as much as, say, getting to see those wings again, it's important when it comes to continuing toward his goal. So that fine that Accelerator utters? Both accurately predicted and another sign of progress. That threat? Easily expected, and also proof of gaining ground. It's dry, it's playful, it's as much a promise as it is banter.
Just like Endo's subsequent question, because there's so much more to come, and he doesn't intend to be wrong about anything that matters.
And this — the new space taking shape between them — is what matters to him. ]
Don't worry. You'll love it. And you'll love dessert even more.
[ The waitress comes at that moment. Endo takes care of the entire order and throws in an oyster appetizer — though that's for his own selfish fun. Then he hands the menus over with a smile, which leads to a short flirtatious conversation about his "poor arm."
When that's done, he turns to Accelerator again, and asks: ]
Whaddya think?
[ He inclines his head toward the waitress as she walks away. ]
no subject
[ This could be a bit of a loaded question, if they were to take their entire limited history in context. Technically, Endo wasn't wrong about a lot of things — his decision to involve Accelerator in the gang fight, and then his decision to push him to the brink, were both good gambles. His thoughts about the collar were mostly correct, as were his ideas about its limitations. Endo didn't believe he would escape being harmed by the wings, so in a roundabout way, he was right about that, too. Throughout most of their first day together Endo made a lot of inferences and assumptions that proved to be correct — and if they really look at what that means, the end result is that Accelerator suffered for it.
But Endo hadn't exactly predicted how all of it would play out, and there were a few things he got wrong along the way. He certainly hadn't expected Accelerator to transform into a god, nor did he expect that he would fall for him as a result. Endo's wrong plenty; he just happens to be right when it counts.
And while, arguably, a fancy dinner doesn't matter as much as, say, getting to see those wings again, it's important when it comes to continuing toward his goal. So that fine that Accelerator utters? Both accurately predicted and another sign of progress. That threat? Easily expected, and also proof of gaining ground. It's dry, it's playful, it's as much a promise as it is banter.
Just like Endo's subsequent question, because there's so much more to come, and he doesn't intend to be wrong about anything that matters.
And this — the new space taking shape between them — is what matters to him. ]
Don't worry. You'll love it. And you'll love dessert even more.
[ The waitress comes at that moment. Endo takes care of the entire order and throws in an oyster appetizer — though that's for his own selfish fun. Then he hands the menus over with a smile, which leads to a short flirtatious conversation about his "poor arm."
When that's done, he turns to Accelerator again, and asks: ]
Whaddya think?
[ He inclines his head toward the waitress as she walks away. ]