"I thought you wanted to make curry for the council as a favour?" He clearly misinterpreted what 'currying favour' meant when Mo had said it before, as he did most things, but misinterpretation or not, it seemed like the opposite of whatever Mo had thought to be the better option. "So, you've been here before?" he assumed. No, he would double assume the worst because he found it difficult to fully put his trust in Mo. Was this a trap? "Are you still helping them probe me?"
"That's not what I meant-" Mo deadpanned for a moment, a bit shocked that Jiro literally thought he was making curry. "Once....not my choice really." Mo remarked. There was a look in his eye, something more mothlike than human. Without a word, Mo punched the emergency mallet box and swung at the window with all the force in his body. The wind was picking up, as his hands bled intensely. "You might be king of the ocean but I'm ruler of the sky.." Mo said in a tone that sounded like motra would. "It's too low to fly and wind too fast . We need to go high enough so I can change again." Mo said, as if he done it recently. "Then we can get away."
