[ this guy... is really getting on his nerves??? ryouma has only ever felt like that about one person but he might just make an exception here with the way things are going right now. ]
What do you mean curse you? [ why is he taking this so personally? it's so hard to tell that that frustration doesn't truly belong to him anymore. ] Everything I've ever done is to try and help people! Wouldn't expect you to appreciate that though! All ya do is sit around an' judge people. If all this skin and drinkin' scares ya, you'd hate it where I come from.
[ this unusual surge of anger and frustration keeps messing with his ability to maintain his accent. the well-spoken textbook japanese sounds a lot different than his native tosaben. ]
Maybe if y' quit stickin' yer nose in everybody else's business you'd be able t' get yours together.
[ it's a mean thing to say and it comes out of a place that... isn't real? because it can't be? ryouma doesn't really know this person. but this dream-ryouma or whoever he is here apparently knows something? however long he's had to live with his messy roommate. and speaking of— ]
I caught you diggin' around in my stuff too, remember?
[ stuff he cared about not at all about a half an hour ago. ]
I'm saying at this point your very person is a curse upon me! You're like a terrible youkai that only knows how to spit curses and terrible words, so you'll forgive me if I don't believe you for a minute. Faker. Posturer.
[Nyahaha, he laughs a ridiculous laugh, plastering on a shit-eating grin from behind the wall of muscle and speedos that separates them -- the cause of his bravado, really, but it may not be the whole reason he just sounds like his bratty pompous usual self in a lot of ways. Somehow he's just like this, even with emotions that aren't his swirling around and around.
It's a little familiar, just like playing a role in a drama -- an actor dropped onto stage in media res, without any sort of preparation and forced to improvise. He's never backed down from such a thing, even when he really should, and even when the other two in the background are providing more contextual information.
No, he has a nemesis in this arc now and he'll see it through to the end.]
And the proof is in the accent! And your poor excuses for past-times. Really now: there's nothing worse than a man with no real hobbies; and anyone would think they'd walked into the red light district when suddenly confronted with all the mostly-very-nude bodies in the world at a completely illogical gathering like this.
You're just a petty fellow who likes finding fault with others at the end of the day, and I'm immune to such things!
[ ace doesn't really care about the squabbling between ryouma and tamamori, they can duke it out. sometimes it's best to work things out with a punch or two if it comes to that point.
besides, his attention is drawn to bennett, since he was called out for all his friends. ]
Can't invite one without inviting them all. That's how a team goes.
[ he seems proud of his buddies. but this wasn't really his choice of who to invite, was it? would sage really be upset after this? like, really, really upset. friendship breaking upset? that worries him and he falters a second before stuffing a piece of pizza in his mouth. ]
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What do you mean curse you? [ why is he taking this so personally? it's so hard to tell that that frustration doesn't truly belong to him anymore. ] Everything I've ever done is to try and help people! Wouldn't expect you to appreciate that though! All ya do is sit around an' judge people. If all this skin and drinkin' scares ya, you'd hate it where I come from.
[ this unusual surge of anger and frustration keeps messing with his ability to maintain his accent. the well-spoken textbook japanese sounds a lot different than his native tosaben. ]
Maybe if y' quit stickin' yer nose in everybody else's business you'd be able t' get yours together.
[ it's a mean thing to say and it comes out of a place that... isn't real? because it can't be? ryouma doesn't really know this person. but this dream-ryouma or whoever he is here apparently knows something? however long he's had to live with his messy roommate. and speaking of— ]
I caught you diggin' around in my stuff too, remember?
[ stuff he cared about not at all about a half an hour ago. ]
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[Nyahaha, he laughs a ridiculous laugh, plastering on a shit-eating grin from behind the wall of muscle and speedos that separates them -- the cause of his bravado, really, but it may not be the whole reason he just sounds like his bratty pompous usual self in a lot of ways. Somehow he's just like this, even with emotions that aren't his swirling around and around.
It's a little familiar, just like playing a role in a drama -- an actor dropped onto stage in media res, without any sort of preparation and forced to improvise. He's never backed down from such a thing, even when he really should, and even when the other two in the background are providing more contextual information.
No, he has a nemesis in this arc now and he'll see it through to the end.]
And the proof is in the accent! And your poor excuses for past-times. Really now: there's nothing worse than a man with no real hobbies; and anyone would think they'd walked into the red light district when suddenly confronted with all the mostly-very-nude bodies in the world at a completely illogical gathering like this.
You're just a petty fellow who likes finding fault with others at the end of the day, and I'm immune to such things!
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besides, his attention is drawn to bennett, since he was called out for all his friends. ]
Can't invite one without inviting them all. That's how a team goes.
[ he seems proud of his buddies. but this wasn't really his choice of who to invite, was it? would sage really be upset after this? like, really, really upset. friendship breaking upset? that worries him and he falters a second before stuffing a piece of pizza in his mouth. ]