"You're a real stand up guy when you want to be you know," Hiragi told him with the lightest lilt of his voice, eyeing Endo up and down with a grimace. "Too bad you don't want to be half the time." (Hiragi gotta harass him sometimes - to Endo lmao)
A ny probable account that applied some complimentary indications from individuals he deemed absolute nobodies held no substantial grain of significance to him, a man whose lungs functioned under exploitation, respired air of yearning obsession, only for two unattainable hearts. - Therefore, Hiragi's words of acknowledgement bore no thread of impact; it did not remotely crowd his belly with the fluttering butterflies he'd get when Sakura spoke to him directly or when Takishi peered his explicit way, making him want to thrash around in a fit of euphoric bliss. It was vastly the opposite, in reality, appalling him to the very core of his existence, bringing the taste of faint vomit up his gullet and throughout the interior of his mouth, tainting it with past recollections he'd rather have remained stifled. He and the latter had once fought flank to flank, albeit never quite got along, mostly over their allegiance to Umemiya, the one he abhorred the most. " -- Stop talking before I show my appreciation in colorful chunks." His countenance depicted his discontentment; brows furrowed, nose scrunched, and a click of his tongue. " Get lost. "
