[Growing fond of the brat he may be, Takasugi looks forward to the day he sees nothing but feverish hatred in sharp black eyes. The possibility of a quick end, a single utterance splintering carefully measured control, only wets his appetite and tempts him to draw their connection out until it's taught enough to snap.]
You don't believe in the harmony of a pampered Company mouthpiece? [Sarcasm dripping, sloughing thick over the threat in the other's voice. It's heard, understood before it even passed Kanda's lips.
Takasugi turns to the crowd as well, several newly familiar faces milling about as they spread what hearsay he's whispered into their ears.] Do you think there's a solution? [The question is plain - dull - already disinterested in the answer.]
no subject
You don't believe in the harmony of a pampered Company mouthpiece? [Sarcasm dripping, sloughing thick over the threat in the other's voice. It's heard, understood before it even passed Kanda's lips.
Takasugi turns to the crowd as well, several newly familiar faces milling about as they spread what hearsay he's whispered into their ears.] Do you think there's a solution? [The question is plain - dull - already disinterested in the answer.]