[ leave it to nanami to keep it under control -- even if that split-second flash of irritation is nostalgic enough, quirks gojo's smile up a tic as he thinks that maybe some things don't really change after all.
maybe he doesn't usually notice. he has other things to do, like come up with contingency plans for when his proteges eventually bite off more than they can chew; or plan a two-hour window where he can teleport to the major dessert destinations while he's touched down for an afternoon in fukuoka; or contemplate his newfound status as damsel in distress while projecting enough willful obliviousness that he eventually forgets that the strongest sorcerer getting forced out of the fight means that someone's going to wind up dead by the time he gets back out, and it's probably going to be someone he gives more than a shit about.
which opens a whole different can of worms when he understands that giving a shit about someone is what got him in this mess in the first place. but, details. he'll cross that bridge when he gets there.
but back to the present: nanami is wearing a slightly alarmed, largely held-back look that presents less annoyed, and more like he's actually concerned. it isn't a look that nanami presents very often, which means that gojo can catch onto the nuance with relative ease even if the sigh is familiar enough, and so... ]
Oh boy, sweet attitude you've got there, Nanami. Nearly takes care of my craving.
[ but he's still smiling -- mostly because it's habit, mostly because he's pretty sure nanami shouldn't be the guy on the other side of whatever's still simmering of his bad temper now that he's free to actually move and still unable to do a single fucking thing. ]
Watch the blood sugar, yeah? Can't have you dropping on me.
If I get boxed up again, I'm pretty sure I won't be able to get another babysitter on such short notice.
... let's go... to the beach, beach... ninki minjaj...
maybe he doesn't usually notice. he has other things to do, like come up with contingency plans for when his proteges eventually bite off more than they can chew; or plan a two-hour window where he can teleport to the major dessert destinations while he's touched down for an afternoon in fukuoka; or contemplate his newfound status as damsel in distress while projecting enough willful obliviousness that he eventually forgets that the strongest sorcerer getting forced out of the fight means that someone's going to wind up dead by the time he gets back out, and it's probably going to be someone he gives more than a shit about.
which opens a whole different can of worms when he understands that giving a shit about someone is what got him in this mess in the first place. but, details. he'll cross that bridge when he gets there.
but back to the present: nanami is wearing a slightly alarmed, largely held-back look that presents less annoyed, and more like he's actually concerned. it isn't a look that nanami presents very often, which means that gojo can catch onto the nuance with relative ease even if the sigh is familiar enough, and so... ]
Oh boy, sweet attitude you've got there, Nanami. Nearly takes care of my craving.
[ but he's still smiling -- mostly because it's habit, mostly because he's pretty sure nanami shouldn't be the guy on the other side of whatever's still simmering of his bad temper now that he's free to actually move and still unable to do a single fucking thing. ]
Watch the blood sugar, yeah? Can't have you dropping on me.
If I get boxed up again, I'm pretty sure I won't be able to get another babysitter on such short notice.
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