[He sets his bounty of medication on his own lap, as he tugs a hair tie free from his pocket, idly gathering his hair into a loose bun.]
You're good at it. I don't think there's another pro who boasts the expertise you do. You've been doing radio since we were kids.
I'd hate interviews less if they stuck to hero questions. They just want gossip and to nose about everyone's business.
[He deadpan, crossing one leg over the other as he gets comfortable. He hadn't heard a word of protest yet, so.
Though he glances to Hizashi's hand, and he sets his own atop it. He doesn't push him away, instead he brushes the pad of his thumb across Hizashi's knuckles instead.]
Sorry, you're not allowed to die. You can be dramatic about it when we're both old and grey.
[There's a pause, before he huffs out an amused breath.]
...I can't believe you ate a nugget off the floor.
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[He sets his bounty of medication on his own lap, as he tugs a hair tie free from his pocket, idly gathering his hair into a loose bun.]
You're good at it. I don't think there's another pro who boasts the expertise you do. You've been doing radio since we were kids.
I'd hate interviews less if they stuck to hero questions. They just want gossip and to nose about everyone's business.
[He deadpan, crossing one leg over the other as he gets comfortable. He hadn't heard a word of protest yet, so.
Though he glances to Hizashi's hand, and he sets his own atop it. He doesn't push him away, instead he brushes the pad of his thumb across Hizashi's knuckles instead.]
Sorry, you're not allowed to die. You can be dramatic about it when we're both old and grey.
[There's a pause, before he huffs out an amused breath.]
...I can't believe you ate a nugget off the floor.
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