[ As always, Endo gets plenty of enjoyment out of watching Accelerator process his words. He's patient as he does so, continuing to exhibit bad manners with his elbow on the table, smiling without saying anything more. He doesn't want to push too hard, especially now that he has a better idea of Accelerator's thresholds. No need for him to go storming away this time. Plus, he likes Accelerator's glares almost as much as he likes making him flush. That's one of the consequences of falling for a person (or a person's god-side) — everything they do is suddenly interesting, worth observing and digging into.
But Accelerator changes the subject and Endo finally shifts, dropping his arm on the table with a loud thunk. ]
Itchy. Annoying.
[ He says this dismissively, like it isn't a big deal, but the itching is what really gets on Endo's nerves. If his arm weren't so important for fighting, he'd probably have gotten someone to take the cast off by now, the rest of his healing be damned.
(Though, technically, that is the plan — just with a little help in the form of a something not quite legal.)
He could say more, maybe even generously elaborate, but unfortunately for Accelerator, he doesn't feel like talking about his arm, nor does he feel like letting the previous subject go entirely. Without missing a beat, he transitions again. ]
You don't like women, do you?
[ Just something he's been mulling over now that he's seen Accelerator judge their waitress based on her assets (money) rather than her assets (body). In contrast, a small insinuation from Endo always elicits a nice reaction, in one form or another.
He remembers Accelerator looking at his hands — a fond memory. ]
no subject
But Accelerator changes the subject and Endo finally shifts, dropping his arm on the table with a loud thunk. ]
Itchy. Annoying.
[ He says this dismissively, like it isn't a big deal, but the itching is what really gets on Endo's nerves. If his arm weren't so important for fighting, he'd probably have gotten someone to take the cast off by now, the rest of his healing be damned.
(Though, technically, that is the plan — just with a little help in the form of a something not quite legal.)
He could say more, maybe even generously elaborate, but unfortunately for Accelerator, he doesn't feel like talking about his arm, nor does he feel like letting the previous subject go entirely. Without missing a beat, he transitions again. ]
You don't like women, do you?
[ Just something he's been mulling over now that he's seen Accelerator judge their waitress based on her assets (money) rather than her assets (body). In contrast, a small insinuation from Endo always elicits a nice reaction, in one form or another.
He remembers Accelerator looking at his hands — a fond memory. ]