[ A forward approach so unlike his usual clandestine tactics -- but it answers more than enough: that bit of solidity, encountered by her fingertips, begins to flare outward, collapsing into a glitch of a recalled composition of his physical structure.
Goro settles into view of his own accord, again, doesn't flinch out of his seat at that instant discovery; he stays put without much of a slouch in his posture, though his knuckles blanch as his grip tightens around his own hand. Not the reaction he was expecting; the utter absence of mind games, gradually exposed pretense of a guileless conduct, and that final offering of a deal grudgingly struck never did sit right. It's odd being on the opposite end of something awfully ingenuous, without the tell-tale signs of orchestrated blackmail. Suspicious, even then. ]
Aren't we all to a certain degree?
[ "Illusions", multi-faceted like they are all born to be, with a medley of aspects to showcase and adjust to their personal liking. There isn't a need for an elaboration either way; they're one of the few school mysteries, up there with the supposed ghost sightings around the city block. Neither of them made much of an effort to deny or affirm progressing gossip. But, small talk isn't the purpose behind his abrupt reveal, all that resistance coming to naught -- because Goro Akechi will always create his own end in little increments, if not in full. ]
I didn't like the way you made me feel back then. [ The projected sedation of heightened nerves, always remembering in his festering anger what has become of his mother, his life that went downhill since her passing. ]
But I don't suppose you're inclined to share the extent of your quirk with me. Perhaps this is satisfactory enough for the both of us. So let's cut to the chase, Okumura-san. What is it that you want?
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Goro settles into view of his own accord, again, doesn't flinch out of his seat at that instant discovery; he stays put without much of a slouch in his posture, though his knuckles blanch as his grip tightens around his own hand. Not the reaction he was expecting; the utter absence of mind games, gradually exposed pretense of a guileless conduct, and that final offering of a deal grudgingly struck never did sit right. It's odd being on the opposite end of something awfully ingenuous, without the tell-tale signs of orchestrated blackmail. Suspicious, even then. ]
Aren't we all to a certain degree?
[ "Illusions", multi-faceted like they are all born to be, with a medley of aspects to showcase and adjust to their personal liking. There isn't a need for an elaboration either way; they're one of the few school mysteries, up there with the supposed ghost sightings around the city block. Neither of them made much of an effort to deny or affirm progressing gossip. But, small talk isn't the purpose behind his abrupt reveal, all that resistance coming to naught -- because Goro Akechi will always create his own end in little increments, if not in full. ]
I didn't like the way you made me feel back then. [ The projected sedation of heightened nerves, always remembering in his festering anger what has become of his mother, his life that went downhill since her passing. ]
But I don't suppose you're inclined to share the extent of your quirk with me. Perhaps this is satisfactory enough for the both of us. So let's cut to the chase, Okumura-san. What is it that you want?