[ A little too elated for the nature of the conversation, Endo's face lights up, openly charmed by Accelerator's embarrassment and subsequent answer. By now, his reaction is nothing new, though he anticipates that it'll add fuel to the fire regardless. He's having fun, but not just at Accelerator's expense. Endo's dedicated his life to someone who barely reacts to anything, and certainly doesn't experience embarrassment — so it's kind of funny that his interest's been snagged by someone who's the opposite. More than that, eliciting these reactions is new for him, because he's never really experienced this before — not even with his flings. Since he goes for older women, they tend to be both experienced and mature, and wouldn't blush even if he whispered a bunch of kinky nonsense in their ears.
He likes having this affect on Accelerator. It's addictive, just like his fascination with his wings. Endo's either wholly captivated or entirely disinterested. It's all or nothing, with no middle ground in between. This is no exception. ]
Why would it be?
[ He raises his eyebrows, but his expression turns a shade knowing, almost approaching the arrogance he demonstrated during their first meeting. To him, the question is yet another indicator of how enmeshed he already is within Accelerator's mind.
If Accelerator didn't care about his opinion at all — if he truly only came to the appointment with Endo out of guilt — then why would it matter if it were a problem? What would he care? Why ask at all? Because the opposite is true. He does care.
See, most people would probably take someone who fantasizes about killing them to be a pretty big red flag. Endo isn't most people. He's all about that unfettered, raw emotion being centered around him. He wants to be on Accelerator's mind and he doesn't care what form that takes. Violence is passion; thoughts of murder are, in a roundabout way, a form of attention. When Accelerator confessed to thinking about killing him, he might as well have been offering a form of devotion.
Accelerator isn't neutral about him — some part of him must already factor Endo in as a permanent part of his life. At least, that's how Endo takes it. ]
I don't give a damn about most people, either.
[ This may not seem true, as Endo navigates the social sphere with ease — and he's good at dealing with people when he wants to be. But it's a fact. He only cares about 1.5 people.
Accelerator is the 0.5. ]
But that's not what I mean. You don't gotta like someone to sleep with 'em.
[ Endo would be celibate if that were the case. Before all this went down, he only cared for Takiishi — and Takiishi cares for no one. ]
[With that question Accelerator is anticipating more teasing. He can't say he's getting used to it (he isn't, he wants to either crawl out of his skin or punch Endo in the face every time he needles him) but he thinks he has somewhat of a grasp on how Endo functions by now. Clearly he gets a kick out of doing it, so why stop now?
But no. No smarmy comments about how he's missing out, or why women are great, or whatever. Instead he's agreeing with him, which makes Accelerator stare in utter confusion. This guy, the person who was just casually flirting with their waitress, shares his disdain towards most people? Is he serious? Accelerator would guess this is another round of teasing, but the smile on Endo's face says otherwise. It's the same one he had back in the hospital, during a point when he specifically wasn't making fun of him. He had just been babbling cheerfully about how his love life worked. He's... sort of doing the same thing right now, isn't he?
Accelerator relaxes slightly, feeling his guard drop a little. If he doesn't need to have any immediate worries about being pestered that frees up his mind to wander. Endo's extroverted nature has him curious; why bother putting the effort in when he doesn't like people? Is that just something that comes easily to him, so he does it without thinking? Accelerator can't imagine it, not when people make him so irritated and exhausted most of the time.
But then... Endo is strange to begin with. Most people, after nearly being killed by something as inhuman as his black wings, would be utterly terrified of him. They'd rightfully consider him a monster and avoid him as much as possible. They wouldn't be asking him to come to medical appointments, and then lunch.
It's why he's even here, isn't it. He's sitting here, putting up with being embarrassed and teased and aggravated because the person across him isn't afraid of him. Endo is interested in him, he he wants to spend time with him. Because sometimes, in between all of that bullshit, they can have a normal conversation. All of that makes him feel anxious, but also... kind of warm, in a good way.]
... So that's what you do? Sleep with people even though you don't like them.
[He's trying to wrap his brain around this, so it's a tentative curiosity that motivates him to ask. Partly because his inexperience in this area of life means there are huge gaps in his knowledge, and mostly because this is another chance to learn a bit more about Endo himself.]
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He likes having this affect on Accelerator. It's addictive, just like his fascination with his wings. Endo's either wholly captivated or entirely disinterested. It's all or nothing, with no middle ground in between. This is no exception. ]
Why would it be?
[ He raises his eyebrows, but his expression turns a shade knowing, almost approaching the arrogance he demonstrated during their first meeting. To him, the question is yet another indicator of how enmeshed he already is within Accelerator's mind.
If Accelerator didn't care about his opinion at all — if he truly only came to the appointment with Endo out of guilt — then why would it matter if it were a problem? What would he care? Why ask at all? Because the opposite is true. He does care.
See, most people would probably take someone who fantasizes about killing them to be a pretty big red flag. Endo isn't most people. He's all about that unfettered, raw emotion being centered around him. He wants to be on Accelerator's mind and he doesn't care what form that takes. Violence is passion; thoughts of murder are, in a roundabout way, a form of attention. When Accelerator confessed to thinking about killing him, he might as well have been offering a form of devotion.
Accelerator isn't neutral about him — some part of him must already factor Endo in as a permanent part of his life. At least, that's how Endo takes it. ]
I don't give a damn about most people, either.
[ This may not seem true, as Endo navigates the social sphere with ease — and he's good at dealing with people when he wants to be. But it's a fact. He only cares about 1.5 people.
Accelerator is the 0.5. ]
But that's not what I mean. You don't gotta like someone to sleep with 'em.
[ Endo would be celibate if that were the case. Before all this went down, he only cared for Takiishi — and Takiishi cares for no one. ]
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But no. No smarmy comments about how he's missing out, or why women are great, or whatever. Instead he's agreeing with him, which makes Accelerator stare in utter confusion. This guy, the person who was just casually flirting with their waitress, shares his disdain towards most people? Is he serious? Accelerator would guess this is another round of teasing, but the smile on Endo's face says otherwise. It's the same one he had back in the hospital, during a point when he specifically wasn't making fun of him. He had just been babbling cheerfully about how his love life worked. He's... sort of doing the same thing right now, isn't he?
Accelerator relaxes slightly, feeling his guard drop a little. If he doesn't need to have any immediate worries about being pestered that frees up his mind to wander. Endo's extroverted nature has him curious; why bother putting the effort in when he doesn't like people? Is that just something that comes easily to him, so he does it without thinking? Accelerator can't imagine it, not when people make him so irritated and exhausted most of the time.
But then... Endo is strange to begin with. Most people, after nearly being killed by something as inhuman as his black wings, would be utterly terrified of him. They'd rightfully consider him a monster and avoid him as much as possible. They wouldn't be asking him to come to medical appointments, and then lunch.
It's why he's even here, isn't it. He's sitting here, putting up with being embarrassed and teased and aggravated because the person across him isn't afraid of him. Endo is interested in him, he he wants to spend time with him. Because sometimes, in between all of that bullshit, they can have a normal conversation. All of that makes him feel anxious, but also... kind of warm, in a good way.]
... So that's what you do? Sleep with people even though you don't like them.
[He's trying to wrap his brain around this, so it's a tentative curiosity that motivates him to ask. Partly because his inexperience in this area of life means there are huge gaps in his knowledge, and mostly because this is another chance to learn a bit more about Endo himself.]