[So long as Itsuki doesn't make jokes about Kanda's looks, or try to call him a girl, or anything along those lines, really, Kanda would probably manage to not knock the bastard out every time they met.
So really, the guy only has himself to blame for his sudden naps post Kanda visits, since he doesn't know how to not pretend.]
So long as she's not with her last customer still.
[Shrugging dismissively at that, Kanda lets it drop. He doesn't know or give a damn who Tina is (though he assumes she's one of the bar's sexters), so long as she's not in there to listen in on their conversation. He starts wave Itsuki forward, as if to shoo him towards wherever it is the other man wants to go.
(nevermind what it looks like, them going into a sexters room together)
But the question rankles.
There's innuendo there, on that word, but it strikes much to close to home. He and Lavi barely speak, really. And even after they'd met with Jennifer, they hadn't said much to each other before splitting into separate directions, falling once more into awkward avoidance as they had since the night of their confrontation.
His expression darkens, blue gaze narrowing as he glares at Itsuki.]
Not fucking here, so drop it.
[Cold and stoic, or pissed off and alone? Either way, tread carefully with this topic...]
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So really, the guy only has himself to blame for his sudden naps post Kanda visits, since he doesn't know how to not pretend.]
So long as she's not with her last customer still.
[Shrugging dismissively at that, Kanda lets it drop. He doesn't know or give a damn who Tina is (though he assumes she's one of the bar's sexters), so long as she's not in there to listen in on their conversation. He starts wave Itsuki forward, as if to shoo him towards wherever it is the other man wants to go.
(nevermind what it looks like, them going into a sexters room together)
But the question rankles.
There's innuendo there, on that word, but it strikes much to close to home. He and Lavi barely speak, really. And even after they'd met with Jennifer, they hadn't said much to each other before splitting into separate directions, falling once more into awkward avoidance as they had since the night of their confrontation.
His expression darkens, blue gaze narrowing as he glares at Itsuki.]
Not fucking here, so drop it.
[Cold and stoic, or pissed off and alone? Either way, tread carefully with this topic...]