[ As for foisting, really, when has Nanami actually carried through on a threat like that? That is, since he'd come back. Before, he'd definitely at least once sacrificed Haibara, with sacrifice being a dramatic way to phrase asking his friend to distract Gojo, his friend who knowingly and cheerfully agreed.
If he hasn't tried as an ex-salaryman (and he hasn't), it probably speaks less for Nanami's aged maturity and more for Gojo's aged obnoxiousness, such that it's almost impossible to make him do something he doesn't want to do.
For that reason, it's a little surprising when Gojo just. opens the door. No protest, no flare. Because Nanami isn't always incredibly proper, unless proper Japanese had evolved to cover work is shit and his other pretty coarse statements, the bluntness of his more-command-than-request doesn't present as the clear culprit. Perhaps the shock of going from box to not-afterlife meadow had addled him, to think of Nanami as speaking in strikingly incredibly proper Japanese, as really compassionate, as nice enough. (And Gojo may act like it, but he sure as hell isn't ill-bred.)
Still, though he blinks behind his sunglasses, he doesn't comment other than to say a brief thanks as he passes, enters.
And though he isn't nice enough or particularly compassionate, he carries the tray to the bar, addressing the Aldrip-ian bartender, explaining that he'd brought some of the goods from the competition and subsequent prep. Since they weren't able to attend. (We'll here ignore that, logically, the tavern would probably have closed up and set up down at the beach.) ...no, he really hasn't become a drunk, but he has patronized the tavern throughout the month such that they're on a family name basis.
Having unburdened himself of that load, he gestures, waving Gojo to a table toward the back. Once seated, ]
your joy is of course my top priority; that and your suffering
[ As for foisting, really, when has Nanami actually carried through on a threat like that? That is, since he'd come back. Before, he'd definitely at least once sacrificed Haibara, with sacrifice being a dramatic way to phrase asking his friend to distract Gojo, his friend who knowingly and cheerfully agreed.
If he hasn't tried as an ex-salaryman (and he hasn't), it probably speaks less for Nanami's aged maturity and more for Gojo's aged obnoxiousness, such that it's almost impossible to make him do something he doesn't want to do.
For that reason, it's a little surprising when Gojo just. opens the door. No protest, no flare. Because Nanami isn't always incredibly proper, unless proper Japanese had evolved to cover work is shit and his other pretty coarse statements, the bluntness of his more-command-than-request doesn't present as the clear culprit. Perhaps the shock of going from box to not-afterlife meadow had addled him, to think of Nanami as speaking in strikingly incredibly proper Japanese, as really compassionate, as nice enough. (And Gojo may act like it, but he sure as hell isn't ill-bred.)
Still, though he blinks behind his sunglasses, he doesn't comment other than to say a brief thanks as he passes, enters.
And though he isn't nice enough or particularly compassionate, he carries the tray to the bar, addressing the Aldrip-ian bartender, explaining that he'd brought some of the goods from the competition and subsequent prep. Since they weren't able to attend. (We'll here ignore that, logically, the tavern would probably have closed up and set up down at the beach.) ...no, he really hasn't become a drunk, but he has patronized the tavern throughout the month such that they're on a family name basis.
Having unburdened himself of that load, he gestures, waving Gojo to a table toward the back. Once seated, ]
I ordered you a fruit tart and pudding.
[ Yes, and a drink for himself. ]