" that's a ONE-POINT SET for now , " boldly declared from his tangle of limbs on hanekoma's stool , a swaggering smirk in stark incongruity with someone who's just recently flirted with zero's cold infinity . sure , his P may have momentarily plunged into negative exponents , but the asymptote held - AFTER ALL , HE'S RESIDED COMFORTABLY IN i² FOR A WHILE . " 55's the one who did the integration - GUESS I OWE HER A FAVOUR . " a laugh twists out of him , returning to whatever disposables he had managed to get his black-edged claws upon off the cafe tables . coffee stirrers artfully assemble into an abstract skyscraper of unusual geometric configuration , not dissimilar to the one he had left in the cafe's back lot : his gift to fellow felidae , for his assistance solving t = taboo . // @cnvltn + bounced.
while this wasn't the ideal outcome hanekoma had hoped for, the fact that minamimoto was still willing to seek him out after, everything was something he hadn't factored in closely. no doubt that the genius geometrician had been waiting for his opportune chance to make contact. too many unaccounted factors.
it was curious how easily it had been for the once proud reaper to evade his eyes that observed the city. a chance in energy signatures. no doubt he'd left shibuya for a time to avoid being caught. atarashi coco had done her homework and caught minamimoto up for review. if he'd not been distracted, he'd have found and snatched the cub up by the scruff with ease.
three years of near catches and spontaneous sightings. minamimoto was letting him know he existed. was showing proof of existence, even if it was hidden from shinjuku. he knew immediately. this was a calling card.
his own calculations had not been wrong. far from it. not when there had been suddenly new figures added to the equation that he didn't expect to add. of course the solution would change when new things were added and extra steps needed to be taken. if things had stuck to what he was expecting then.... the 'newly' reforged player in front of him wouldn't have been here.
it made things interesting.
❝ i watched you, y'know. ❞ he says, coolly as he takes a slow and intentional sip of his coffee, ❝ with th' twisters, though i knew you weren't truly integrated with them. begrudgingly i should be thankin' you for yer service t' th' city, even if you were largely uninvolved with the core distraction. i recognize reaper≠player. ill have to recalculate yer signatures soon. they're different. ❞
