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XX Sato Jirouxx#836F6E
"What can I say? I'm a pretty generous guy."
Kanayama doesn't say it like it's supposed to be taken seriously, so Jirou doesn't take it seriously, though he doubts he would have even if Kanayama hadn't spoken in that wrongly humorous tone. Experience has taught Jirou never to take words spoken in Kabukichou at face value.
Especially when those words are coming from a very rich, very posh, very irritating social elite.
"So, you can tutor me a few times a week, and your secret will be safe with me." Kanayama says, sounding more like he's making a business deal than a thinly veiled threat in an alleyway.
I don't know what I expected, but this wasn't it, Jirou thinks. Guess I can't complain, though.
Jirou commits Kanayama's schedule to memory, gaze unmoving. There's something unsettling about him in this lighting, same as that first night. Jirou is no longer intimidated.
"We can try to work around your job." Kanayama says. Jirou figures he must think he's being polite by saying this, but it just feels wrong, like his casual smile and laughing tone of voice.
Work around it? Only way to do that is if we tutored during fucking lunch period.
Jirou doesn't say this out loud. Right now, Kanayama holds all the cards, and they both know it.
"You got two choices, your house or mine." "You are never coming to my apartment."
The words come out without permission, bitter and more than a little petulant. Jirou doesn't want to feel bad for being rude, but he does, because right now, Kanayama holds all the cards.
"My landlord doesn't allow visitors," Jirou covers. It's not a lie, because he's not allowed to have visitors, but it's not the real reason he doesn't want Kanayama over, either. A half-lie. "You should give me your phone number. I'll remember. I don't carry my phone at work."
(In reality, Jirou doesn't have a phone. But Kanayama definitely doesn't need to know that.)
"What can I say? I'm a pretty generous guy."
Kanayama doesn't say it like it's supposed to be taken seriously, so Jirou doesn't take it seriously, though he doubts he would have even if Kanayama hadn't spoken in that wrongly humorous tone. Experience has taught Jirou never to take words spoken in Kabukichou at face value.
Especially when those words are coming from a very rich, very posh, very irritating social elite.
"So, you can tutor me a few times a week, and your secret will be safe with me." Kanayama says, sounding more like he's making a business deal than a thinly veiled threat in an alleyway.
I don't know what I expected, but this wasn't it, Jirou thinks. Guess I can't complain, though.
Jirou commits Kanayama's schedule to memory, gaze unmoving. There's something unsettling about him in this lighting, same as that first night. Jirou is no longer intimidated.
"We can try to work around your job." Kanayama says. Jirou figures he must think he's being polite by saying this, but it just feels wrong, like his casual smile and laughing tone of voice.
Work around it? Only way to do that is if we tutored during fucking lunch period.
Jirou doesn't say this out loud. Right now, Kanayama holds all the cards, and they both know it.
"You got two choices, your house or mine." "You are never coming to my apartment."
The words come out without permission, bitter and more than a little petulant. Jirou doesn't want to feel bad for being rude, but he does, because right now, Kanayama holds all the cards.
"My landlord doesn't allow visitors," Jirou covers. It's not a lie, because he's not allowed to have visitors, but it's not the real reason he doesn't want Kanayama over, either. A half-lie. "You should give me your phone number. I'll remember. I don't carry my phone at work."
(In reality, Jirou doesn't have a phone. But Kanayama definitely doesn't need to know that.)