[ By this point, Accelerator probably won't be surprised by the fact that Endo does not so much as flinch as he begins to throw a fit.
While Accelerator is slamming the can on the table and calling out his sanity, Endo is watching him with a grin on his face. Except, rather than it looking as wild or excited as many of his expressions have been before, this time it turns subdued, quieter than anything else he has put on display so far. Whether that's due to the pain medication or the fact that Accelerator behaving like a little (weak) force of nature without flipping the switch on his collar, not even Endo would be able to say. ]
What's with all the drama?
[ Oh, he knows. He's also very much enjoying that Accelerator is blushing all over again — somehow, it's even more charming when it accompanies the near-destruction of property.
Drawing out the word: ]
Relax.
[ And then: ]
I'm not overthinkin' it.
[ Just having a little fun at his expensive at all! ]
And I wouldn't've put out anyway. [ He gestures to his arm. ] Too injured.
[ And also, he's too enamored with his godlike form. If Accelerator let that side of himself come out again, that'd be a different story. Even if Endo would probably end up in even worse shape after everything was said and done. ]
[Endo being so calm and relaxed is almost as bad as being teased even more than he already is. Not that that has stopped, since that last remark certainly sounds like more teasing. Accelerator doesn't really want to sit and think about how serious he's being, this is already too much for him to handle.
Grabbing his crutch, he hauls himself to his feet. With no coffee to help stabilize him he isn't sure he can take any more ribbing or discussions of relationships without losing control and breaking something, so retreating seems like a reasonable option. It isn't cowardly if it's in service of protecting other people, right? Especially a hospital full of sick and injured people.]
You can figure the damn SIM card out on your own. I've got shit to do.
[He growls that out, snatching up his empty can of coffee to toss it into the trash on his way out of the room.]
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While Accelerator is slamming the can on the table and calling out his sanity, Endo is watching him with a grin on his face. Except, rather than it looking as wild or excited as many of his expressions have been before, this time it turns subdued, quieter than anything else he has put on display so far. Whether that's due to the pain medication or the fact that Accelerator behaving like a little (weak) force of nature without flipping the switch on his collar, not even Endo would be able to say. ]
What's with all the drama?
[ Oh, he knows. He's also very much enjoying that Accelerator is blushing all over again — somehow, it's even more charming when it accompanies the near-destruction of property.
Drawing out the word: ]
Relax.
[ And then: ]
I'm not overthinkin' it.
[ Just having a little fun at his expensive at all! ]
And I wouldn't've put out anyway. [ He gestures to his arm. ] Too injured.
[ And also, he's too enamored with his godlike form. If Accelerator let that side of himself come out again, that'd be a different story. Even if Endo would probably end up in even worse shape after everything was said and done. ]
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Grabbing his crutch, he hauls himself to his feet. With no coffee to help stabilize him he isn't sure he can take any more ribbing or discussions of relationships without losing control and breaking something, so retreating seems like a reasonable option. It isn't cowardly if it's in service of protecting other people, right? Especially a hospital full of sick and injured people.]
You can figure the damn SIM card out on your own. I've got shit to do.
[He growls that out, snatching up his empty can of coffee to toss it into the trash on his way out of the room.]