“Maybe so. But I’m gonna consider myself an added bonus. Free of charge.”
…Why is he winking. Just how obnoxious can one man be.
With that, though, Keizo twists his mouth a little – seeming a little contemplative.
“…We got another kid with burns? Gotta say, I’m surprised. Hope she’s not as reckless as I am. Guess I’ll be on the lookout – I’ll admit, I don’t think I’ve met too many of our little number here, and I hate to see it shrink before I got the chance to say hey to a fellow victim.”
…He obviously doesn’t think of himself as a victim, so that probably rings a little hollow. If anything, he seems proud of the scars.
Keizo’s eyebrow quirks when Naruki yawns, though if he’s thinking anything about it, he keeps it to himself.
…For now.
With that, though, he gives a bit of a chuckle, on hand looped into the top of his trunks, other raising up to his face.
“It’s an expression. Don’t take shit so literal, yeah? But, y'know, ain’t gonna say it’s a bad impulse – I just figure we’re all paddling in the dark on this one. And if someone did have information to tell ya, they’d probably lie and say they didn’t. Whatever we’re bein’ put up to probably ain’t intended to be public knowledge, so be careful, sport.”
….
As the conversation continues, Keizo’s eyes widen – ever so slightly, blink and you miss it – obviously due to the casual admittance that Naruki was, uh.
Completely fucking willing to play into this.
(…That was… concerning. In a word.)
Though it goes away as quickly as it appears–
(Already? How quickly do people work towards their own ends–)
– his mouth still that casual grin–
(And for what reward, for what gain – beyond an extra three days, or few hours, given the inevitable–)
– and eyelids half-lidded–
(… though, someone so willing to just say that outright, to a total stranger–)
– with one hand resting firmly on his skin, thumb on his belly.
“Easy there, tiger. Just make sure to pick on someone your own size, if you’re gonna go for that kinda shit.”
His eyes become a little more appraising, but he sighs – contemplating for a moment, before:
“…Y'really think so? Mhm….”
…There’s a long pause, but eventually Keizo snaps his fingers, as if struck:
“Ah, aight. I get it. You’re sayin’, they acted all freaked out – or, y'know, disappointed – when Nagase-kun kicked it, right? And if they just wanted us to die, they’d have been more happy with the whole thing, an’ let us still have access to the windows. There’s somethin’ important in getting us to kill each other – and the goal is to get to a certain point, or else there wouldn’t be this runnin’ three-day threat. Do I get a gold star, teach?”
“…Don’t think that helps us. AI-kun ain’t exactly givin’ us answers, though… though, my ma always said that men with face scars deserve the most respect. Maybe we should try butterin’ him up….”
Keizo. Do you actually think someone will believe your mom fucking said something so dumb–
you have a face scar, you idiot–
They promptly roll their eyes upon getting a sight of that wink, probably because that was a response he wasn’t surprised to get.
...Well, whatever... I dunno much about the whole deals with that, but it’s not my area to judge, but you’ve probably got enough time to talk to the winemaker to get your deals sorted out.”
Naruki then quickly shrugs. Keizo chatting with Junko isn’t really his business nor is it something he really cares about. Speaking of not caring, he isn’t surprised knowing that his casual and blatant tired nature has been noticeable from others, but once Keizo raised a brow at his yawn, Naruki raised one of his own brows briefly in acknowledgment before going back to his usual expression.
“...And sure, if you say so... Just thought it was better off getting things straight more than anything... And when I meant info, I meant like... obvious but important things we could find… so we don’t need to waste time looking for the same shit around the same place and whatnot. I’d rather ask you if there’s anything ya found here instead of going through the effort of looking all around the room myself.”
But after his earlier statement in regards to the killing game, despite the shit he was willingly able to bluntly bring up, it seemed like he briefly raised a brow in what seemed like a quiet surprise in how Keizo was able to take him saying it so casually.
“Mmm, and obviously yeah. I’m not like I’m gonna do shit like that in the first place, but It didn’t hurt to browse our options. Would prefer to have twelve of us still kicking for a little longer than sleep it off while a bomb kills us all, that’s for sure.”
...At the very least, he’s being forward about these plans although he seemed to not acknowledge the fact that the trial and execution also exist in affecting the general headcount.
He crosses his arms shortly after stating that though before turning his eyes elsewhere around the room.
“...What I was saying more specifically was that… none of us would’ve woken up here in the first place if they just wanted us dead... I dunno anything when it came to Nagase’s situation, but I’m pretty sure they don’t want us to kill for the sake of getting rid of us… Got no idea why else they would though, but I’ve just been making guesses at this point.”
“Pretty sure Sasanari’s not gonna be helping us anytime soon either, regardless of whether or not we suck up to him. Higher-ups usually have their sticks up their own asses to listen to anyone below them the majority of the time though, regardless of whatever scars they got. Ain’t helping that the authorities we’re dealing with are literally pulling this on us.”
Naruki wasn’t afraid to go off given his unprofessional habits, but for once he said something in a subtly more annoyed attitude than he usually let off.
But I’m sure regardless of whether or not Keizo’s mom actually said that though, she’s probably sweet. Definitely sweeter than the person Keizo’s talking for sure.
