but it could be anything really, after he's been given leeway to start thinking again without the danger of going fully insane. he'll find himself clinging to old habits and bickering back-and-forth as a last vestige of sense. it should keep him sharp and nanami safe, even if nanami seems to think the latter's no longer of any concern. at the very edge of the universe, the end of the world, or wherever the hell this little bar is on not-earth, and gojo figures that he should at least try a little harder when nanami seems to trust him, even when he keeps careening from crisis to crisis. for that trust alone, he needs to get them through this. he can't let him, or anyone else who's counting on him, down.
he thought that he put that behind him years ago. since when has he ever thought that he needs to be good enough? ]
Who says you're not gettin' paid? Put it on my tab with interest. What's your hourly rate, like 100k yen an hour?
So triple that. Not that you're the kinda guy that can be bought... Most expensive guy I know, and I know Mei Mei, yeesh.
[ but it's -- it is what it is, and he's sitting back up with a screech of a chair leg to watch nanami ratio his tart with zero effort whatsoever. that cursed energy feels familiar enough, nothing odd about it -- nothing lacking either, which is what he was mostly looking for.
... maybe he thinks he'll see something closer to 8:2 if the cursed energy's off? who's to say what's in gojo's head. it's not like anyone would like to find out either.
anyway, he's taking the smaller piece and shoving it right into his mouth. ]
... 's not your 'roblem anymore.
[ it's a question with absolutely no inflection, between bites of his dessert, almost cold and yet, it's said with enough gravity when he's facing nanami's direction and a little too close into his personal space. ]
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but it could be anything really, after he's been given leeway to start thinking again without the danger of going fully insane. he'll find himself clinging to old habits and bickering back-and-forth as a last vestige of sense. it should keep him sharp and nanami safe, even if nanami seems to think the latter's no longer of any concern. at the very edge of the universe, the end of the world, or wherever the hell this little bar is on not-earth, and gojo figures that he should at least try a little harder when nanami seems to trust him, even when he keeps careening from crisis to crisis. for that trust alone, he needs to get them through this. he can't let him, or anyone else who's counting on him, down.
he thought that he put that behind him years ago. since when has he ever thought that he needs to be good enough? ]
Who says you're not gettin' paid? Put it on my tab with interest. What's your hourly rate, like 100k yen an hour?
[ probably closer to 7.3k yen actually. ]
So triple that. Not that you're the kinda guy that can be bought... Most expensive guy I know, and I know Mei Mei, yeesh.
[ but it's -- it is what it is, and he's sitting back up with a screech of a chair leg to watch nanami ratio his tart with zero effort whatsoever. that cursed energy feels familiar enough, nothing odd about it -- nothing lacking either, which is what he was mostly looking for.
... maybe he thinks he'll see something closer to 8:2 if the cursed energy's off? who's to say what's in gojo's head. it's not like anyone would like to find out either.
anyway, he's taking the smaller piece and shoving it right into his mouth. ]
... 's not your 'roblem anymore.
[ it's a question with absolutely no inflection, between bites of his dessert, almost cold and yet, it's said with enough gravity when he's facing nanami's direction and a little too close into his personal space. ]
You can technically do anything you want.