[ Outside, the wind is howling. The storm doesn't sound like it will let up any time soon. The amount of snow buildup will be an issue, too, potentially trapping them in this dilapidated building even after the storm ends. And while trying to wrap himself in his meager body heat without the aid or a blanket or better clothing is not the best approach to surviving, Endo stands by his original assessment: this is a real pain, and it's only going to get more irritating.
He's quickly running through some possibilities for using this opportunity to his advantage as Nirei babbles. He could force him to do another sweep of the building; his own search was thorough, but putting Nirei to work would mean getting some peace and quiet — and the (unlikely) possibility that Nirei could find something that he missed. There's also the roof, difficult to access but it should be the best location for trying to get cell phone service. Endo could make him try that, though the chances that they get a signal are slim — and it doesn't solve the problem that is his promise to Sakura and the very specific way in which his hands are tied.
It only takes the few seconds of Nirei's stuttering reaction and subsequent decision to turn around for Endo to internally raise those ideas and then dismiss them. Like all things that have happened on this day, his lack of a real plan — other than the one obvious solution, which he puts at the far bottom of the list — is unusual. As is someone so unwisely dismissing a conversation with him, and thus: ]
Hey. [ His tone isn't quite as serious as before, venturing back into his more typical unhurried arrogance, with a threat less apparent but still underscoring his words. ] You got a death wish? I wasn't finished with you.
[ He watches Nirei's back as he says this, opting to put his hands in his pockets as they're starting to hurt. Plus, returning back to his languid body language is more intimidating that standing around with enough tension to make his inner state obvious. He has no real barrier against the cold, and this is better than nothing; it'll help a small amount until he returns to his own booth.
Nevertheless, upon making that movement, he gives way to a shiver and sniffs, though the latter sounds more disdainful than functional.
With that, he steps closer to Nirei's chosen table — not quite enough to lay his menacing vibe on so thick that Nirei stops his task, but near enough that he looms behind him while he gets a good luck at the junk he's been carrying around. Not much, it seems, but the gummies will be useful if they're stuck for more than a couple of hours.
All Endo has is his phone and his wallet, and the former might as well be a brick in this rundown area.
Nirei's phone is probably similarly useless, but while he's busy wiggling out of his wet clothes and proving that he is as useless as Endo expected, Endo finishes the short walk to the table and picks it up. He turns to Nirei with it in his hand, on the verge of saying something, but takes one long look at him and bursts out laughing again. This time, a hint of real but no less unnerving amusement makes its way into the sound. ]
What the hell? I thought you were part of Furin.
[ As in trying to play it hard and run around with the big boys. Pattern boxers fit his overall demeanor, sure, but it's still surprising that he wears underwear that pings him as a first-year junior high student, rather than a tough member of Bofurin.
Don't get Endo wrong. He isn't typically in the business of judging people by what they wear. Takiishi's taste in clothing wouldn't be considered standard by most people's views, after all, and his preferred outfits don't paint him as the dangerous person that he is. It's just that Nirei isn't doing himself any favors by bolstering his weak — and even childish — image. ]
Haaah — [ A long exhalation. ] I really got a bad roll today.
[ All of Sakura's friends are meddlesome brats and none of them would be welcome in this space, but at least some of the others are serious. This guy's just laughable — as pathetic as Endo originally labeled him. ]
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He's quickly running through some possibilities for using this opportunity to his advantage as Nirei babbles. He could force him to do another sweep of the building; his own search was thorough, but putting Nirei to work would mean getting some peace and quiet — and the (unlikely) possibility that Nirei could find something that he missed. There's also the roof, difficult to access but it should be the best location for trying to get cell phone service. Endo could make him try that, though the chances that they get a signal are slim — and it doesn't solve the problem that is his promise to Sakura and the very specific way in which his hands are tied.
It only takes the few seconds of Nirei's stuttering reaction and subsequent decision to turn around for Endo to internally raise those ideas and then dismiss them. Like all things that have happened on this day, his lack of a real plan — other than the one obvious solution, which he puts at the far bottom of the list — is unusual. As is someone so unwisely dismissing a conversation with him, and thus: ]
Hey. [ His tone isn't quite as serious as before, venturing back into his more typical unhurried arrogance, with a threat less apparent but still underscoring his words. ] You got a death wish? I wasn't finished with you.
[ He watches Nirei's back as he says this, opting to put his hands in his pockets as they're starting to hurt. Plus, returning back to his languid body language is more intimidating that standing around with enough tension to make his inner state obvious. He has no real barrier against the cold, and this is better than nothing; it'll help a small amount until he returns to his own booth.
Nevertheless, upon making that movement, he gives way to a shiver and sniffs, though the latter sounds more disdainful than functional.
With that, he steps closer to Nirei's chosen table — not quite enough to lay his menacing vibe on so thick that Nirei stops his task, but near enough that he looms behind him while he gets a good luck at the junk he's been carrying around. Not much, it seems, but the gummies will be useful if they're stuck for more than a couple of hours.
All Endo has is his phone and his wallet, and the former might as well be a brick in this rundown area.
Nirei's phone is probably similarly useless, but while he's busy wiggling out of his wet clothes and proving that he is as useless as Endo expected, Endo finishes the short walk to the table and picks it up. He turns to Nirei with it in his hand, on the verge of saying something, but takes one long look at him and bursts out laughing again. This time, a hint of real but no less unnerving amusement makes its way into the sound. ]
What the hell? I thought you were part of Furin.
[ As in trying to play it hard and run around with the big boys. Pattern boxers fit his overall demeanor, sure, but it's still surprising that he wears underwear that pings him as a first-year junior high student, rather than a tough member of Bofurin.
Don't get Endo wrong. He isn't typically in the business of judging people by what they wear. Takiishi's taste in clothing wouldn't be considered standard by most people's views, after all, and his preferred outfits don't paint him as the dangerous person that he is. It's just that Nirei isn't doing himself any favors by bolstering his weak — and even childish — image. ]
Haaah — [ A long exhalation. ] I really got a bad roll today.
[ All of Sakura's friends are meddlesome brats and none of them would be welcome in this space, but at least some of the others are serious. This guy's just laughable — as pathetic as Endo originally labeled him. ]