[Then it was a compliment - or at least Takasugi will regard it as such.
Even if he knows there's nothing of substance between them, two strangers inflicting themselves on one another for lack of any other way to crawl out of their skin.
Monster piques Takasugi's interest more than persecution, and it's with that word that he settles more comfortably in his seat. Side pressed into the table, he turns towards his companion.]
Are you a monster?
[He raises his glass and drinks, a momentary lapse between the two actions - as if he'd nearly forgotten to partake.]
no subject
Even if he knows there's nothing of substance between them, two strangers inflicting themselves on one another for lack of any other way to crawl out of their skin.
Monster piques Takasugi's interest more than persecution, and it's with that word that he settles more comfortably in his seat. Side pressed into the table, he turns towards his companion.]
Are you a monster?
[He raises his glass and drinks, a momentary lapse between the two actions - as if he'd nearly forgotten to partake.]