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[babermetrics]

Yo, you've reached Kuwata Leon! I'm probably busy right now, buuuut just leave me a message and I'll totally make time for you later!

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(( also NSFW warning in some of the below! ))

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[succeeder]

I don't intend to repeat this experience. And I'm not some useless pawn who needs to be constantly babysat.

[ That actually comes out more vicious than he'd intended. His powerlessness in Cerealia is really starting to get to him, apparently. He's maybe more aggressive than he needs to be in stabbing the fork into the food. ]

[babermetrics]

I didn't mean it like that, god! Why're you like this? —I thought we had an agreement, I thought I was lookin' out for you as friends!

[This is finally actually beginning to get to him; he makes a face at Togami from behind his soda can as he lifts it to his lips.]

I never said you were useless! I don't even think that, so screw off!

[succeeder]

[ He winces. Being stuck in this rut in arguments certainly isn't helping him out of his rut in general, it's true. ]

...Fine.

[ That's about as close as he can manage to get to an apology. But his voice is softer now, calmer, even if he hasn't completely calmed down himself. ]

[babermetrics]

. . . Fine.

[His own voice lowers, and he leans on his arms on the table, looking away for the moment. Damn. He hates that kind of thing; why is this guy so hard to deal with? Leon's not used to people he can't comfort. What do you even do when you can't comfort someone who's down, or after a fight like this?

He finishes off his soda deliberately, so that he can get up to toss the can, taking him past where Togami's sitting, and reach out to fluff hard at his hair as he passes.]

[succeeder]

[ He had just then decided to go back to eating instead of trying to converse, so he jerks in surprise as his hair gets FLUFFED, nearly choking as he swallows the bite he'd taken. ]

Mmph.

[ It still seems to have lightened his mood some, though. ]

[babermetrics]

[Heh. It worked on Leon too; he wanders over to look at the pan the food was in and put it in the sink with some soap or something. Pans, man . . . ]

I totally only improved it after you fell asleep on my couch for like nine hours.

[succeeder]

[ Oh good. Togami probably wasn't going to touch that pan again, so it's good that someone has it covered. ]

...Against all odds, you might actually be right.