[Team What The Fuck Are Llamas, Actually?? is now sashaying out the door, let's gooooo, we have a pizza party waiting so presumably at least one of them can get their mind blown--
Oh. Hm. Apparently, in this dream, he has been given the role of a character(?) who deeply wants to be a banker and may have some sort of attachment to calculus. This is so distasteful a notion that Tamamori gives it two seconds' consideration and then immediately tells his dream-self, who's not allowed to take shape: I may be a little envious of this man's wardrobe, but I'll never be envious of how boring his books are! Shoo, shoo! Your story doesn't interest me.
It remains to be seen whether this is actually a productive denial of the dubious facts of their existence here. He leads the way without missing a stride.]
Other people can make the world revolve around money! An artist, you see, should live off the wind of the world.
That depends on when and where someone's born, I think. Some people don't have that luxury and have to make their own way.
[ not that he's actually going to debate this point for real. he doesn't do arguments. mostly it's something to talk about to pass the time heading to the bus stop. ]
[ they're heading to the bus stop, and they won't see sage there, but they will notice the haziness in the environment. feeding off of their strange emotions. for tamamori, the jealousy was recent, but for ryouma, the frustration is starting to surge again. you truly don't feel like you're all that good at calculus, you stayed up late studying – it's all kind of compounding and feels even more prominent now.
Hmph. Making your own way includes knowing which way the wind blows? People rely on other people! It's the way of things.
[Probably, Ryouma has a ridiculous amount more experience than him on this, also possibly has much better track records of making his way anywhere, also is not talking out of his ass. But Tamamori says this regardless, because he's come far enough that he's not particularly about to self-reflect now.]
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Oh. Hm. Apparently, in this dream, he has been given the role of a character(?) who deeply wants to be a banker and may have some sort of attachment to calculus. This is so distasteful a notion that Tamamori gives it two seconds' consideration and then immediately tells his dream-self, who's not allowed to take shape: I may be a little envious of this man's wardrobe, but I'll never be envious of how boring his books are! Shoo, shoo! Your story doesn't interest me.
It remains to be seen whether this is actually a productive denial of the dubious facts of their existence here. He leads the way without missing a stride.]
Other people can make the world revolve around money! An artist, you see, should live off the wind of the world.
[Or just mooch off other people. Anyway.]
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[ not that he's actually going to debate this point for real. he doesn't do arguments. mostly it's something to talk about to pass the time heading to the bus stop. ]
redirecting + time skip!
the karaoke bar is nearby. ]
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[Probably, Ryouma has a ridiculous amount more experience than him on this, also possibly has much better track records of making his way anywhere, also is not talking out of his ass. But Tamamori says this regardless, because he's come far enough that he's not particularly about to self-reflect now.]