#oga asks

拳 - ‘Y’know that damn flip phone of mine sucks ass. I ain’t ever gonna be upping it to that touch screen alien bull!”

It was a stubbornly made declaration as he resumed his training with a additional boost of vigor. Was it from her presence, or the fact she was mentioning stuff about a call? Anyone’s guess would suffice as Oga’s sights were fixed on the task at hand; getting this unholy number of push ups knocked out. Though if anyone knew him well enough, he was the sort to burn through repeated sets in a practical mile a minute. It was just some exercise with a little added seeing how Makoto made a seat out of him.

拳 - “Oh. That’s an easy one. We’re gonna whip up that giant dragon of ours, ride the thing across the city and give everyone the idea that the Kaiju invasions are gonna be the real deal.”

拳 - Talk about your afternoon shockers. Usually this was the living definition of anti-social, the guy who enjoyed normalcy above all else at that! For some reason, this only served to make this specific case all the more interesting.

拳 - Why did he have to realize that not even an ounce of a joke was in her words? The condition was kept both pristine and clear. Already could he felt his instincts acting incredibly volatile at literally be homerun’d clear out of his element and pensively being suplexed into the idea of being sweet. “Y-- You’re not kiddin’ me.. Aren’t you.” An hour of him being a considerate person, who the hell would honestly go and think up this stuff!?

His stomach however was a strong motivational source when the right cards were dealt to it. A look of pure malice momentarily crossed his features before it’d retract into the depths of his mind, a new persona flourishing through.

She had herself a deal.