Like I give a shit about whether you paid for that game or not.
[It was the memory that carried the weight of debt. His last moments of freedom. His last moments of trying to do something that would make a sister smile and relieve a mother's burden, if only for a little bit.
But he's under no obligation to explain that to Takasugi.
To tell this man that the taunting words and needling challenges of their game had been a reminder that there was more to his life than one series of test after another.
Which is why he shrugs now, the scowl still in place as he forces his breaths into a slow, steady measure. Control over himself, this one has. Unyieldingly so, so much of the time.
Still parts of the soldier that drift to the surface, even if he'd never been one to follow the orders perfectly.]
But whatever.
[Reaching for his own glass, he scowls deeper to see it empty.]
no subject
[It was the memory that carried the weight of debt. His last moments of freedom. His last moments of trying to do something that would make a sister smile and relieve a mother's burden, if only for a little bit.
But he's under no obligation to explain that to Takasugi.
To tell this man that the taunting words and needling challenges of their game had been a reminder that there was more to his life than one series of test after another.
Which is why he shrugs now, the scowl still in place as he forces his breaths into a slow, steady measure. Control over himself, this one has. Unyieldingly so, so much of the time.
Still parts of the soldier that drift to the surface, even if he'd never been one to follow the orders perfectly.]
But whatever.
[Reaching for his own glass, he scowls deeper to see it empty.]
Shit.