@kotowarukind
You’ve got the snacks laid out and glasses ready. On the one hand, you’re sure you’re going to feel ill watching that bastard talk, but on the other hand, it sure is fun mocking his ugly clothes and his stupid eyebrows and his boring artwork. As a master bullshitter yourself, you can sniff out his crap from a mile away, and you’re pretty sure there’s nothing authentic about him.
There’s a knock on the door, and you grin before running to answer it. “Hello, Rohan. Did you bring the drinks?” You invite him in and sit down on the couch, quietly admiring your setup. While Madarame has been a roadblock to you achieving your full potential, you’ve managed to make cash doing commissions. Rohan, on the other hand, refuses to “degrade” himself by drawing furry art, or whatever his reason is. You think he’s got poor business sense, and you tell him this regularly. Half the time the two of you talk, you’re arguing, but he’s fun and interesting and you have a few important shared interests.
Most important of those shared interests is your hatred of Ichiryusai Madarame. One of your favorite hobbies is getting together to watch the latest Madarame interview, all the while trashing everything the guy says. Rohan is really, really good at shittalking, which means these gatherings are always a great time. They’re always at your place because you’re the one who has money for a nice tv and a decent sofa. You’re pretty smug about this.
“As you can see, everything is all set up. He just opened his gallery show, so I’m sure he’ll have loads to say about his inspirationne for that,” you say, rolling your eyes. “We still have a few minutes. Are you dying in anticipationne as much as I am?”
