[The bitterness rife in his voice bringing up his parents isn't a surprise — his words were equally caustic the last time they came up, after all — but it does have her leaning her shoulder against him, as if quiet support could blunt the hurt.
The image of him cutting extracurriculars to kill time in an arcade as an act of rebellion is shockingly easy to conjure. As is the idea of him hearing gossip about the king and his clan, and getting up in arms over it. She takes a small sip of her drink, trying to cover the smile threatening to intrude into this serious topic at the thought of how the resulting outburst must have gone.]
Of course not! I was telling a guy at the bus stop about it, who turned out to be Fujishima. He was already a member. And I found out he doesn't like when people brag about being part of HOMRA either. That being there was more like a family than anything and that I should check them out if I didn't believe him.
[A smiles a little at the memory. Who'd think the quietest member would end up inviting one of the soon-to-be loudest.]
Plus, he said the guy who ran the bar they used as their headquarters didn't care about age restrictions on drinks.
[That gets a grin out of him again. Kusanagi probably wishes he had with Bandou.]
[Another fortuitous meeting at a bus stop. That gets a laugh out of her. Maybe there is something about Bandou's fate tying him to those. The way he repeats Fujishima's description of HOMRA, that impressive, brag-worthy gang being 'more like a family than anything', feels like they are circling closer to the crux of the issue.]
And after hearing all of that from him, did you decide to go see for yourself?
Yeah. I was just gonna get a drink and do some covert information gathering, but Totsuka jumped me the moment I walked in! I didn't even get to say anything before he started bugging me about joining!
[Can't you envision Bandou failing back in shock at being outed before he even had the chance to start being sneaky?]
I wanted to be pissed off at all of them. Especially Mikoto, getting to run this clan all because some giant rock chose him. But he held his hand out to me without any judgement, at all. And even gave me a brief pat on the shoulder when I got in.
[It all sounds good, so far. A long awaited acceptance. So why is he groaning in frustration?]
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The image of him cutting extracurriculars to kill time in an arcade as an act of rebellion is shockingly easy to conjure. As is the idea of him hearing gossip about the king and his clan, and getting up in arms over it. She takes a small sip of her drink, trying to cover the smile threatening to intrude into this serious topic at the thought of how the resulting outburst must have gone.]
Which... you didn't just sit still with, right?
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[A smiles a little at the memory. Who'd think the quietest member would end up inviting one of the soon-to-be loudest.]
Plus, he said the guy who ran the bar they used as their headquarters didn't care about age restrictions on drinks.
[That gets a grin out of him again. Kusanagi probably wishes he had with Bandou.]
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[Another fortuitous meeting at a bus stop. That gets a laugh out of her. Maybe there is something about Bandou's fate tying him to those. The way he repeats Fujishima's description of HOMRA, that impressive, brag-worthy gang being 'more like a family than anything', feels like they are circling closer to the crux of the issue.]
And after hearing all of that from him, did you decide to go see for yourself?
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[Can't you envision Bandou failing back in shock at being outed before he even had the chance to start being sneaky?]
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Suffice it to say he was a convincing recruitment officer?
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[with a huff, Bandou leans back into the chair.]
I wanted to be pissed off at all of them. Especially Mikoto, getting to run this clan all because some giant rock chose him. But he held his hand out to me without any judgement, at all. And even gave me a brief pat on the shoulder when I got in.
[It all sounds good, so far. A long awaited acceptance. So why is he groaning in frustration?]