juryokv:
annoying —— ? do you want to know what’s ANNOYING ? dealing with these scrubs from the ada far more commonly than any other executive seems to ! ( a raise, he thinks, he needs a raise. ) where does this guy get off deeming chuuya’s work as lollygagging. he is on very important business that didn’t involve catering to some brat ! nakahara chuuya is no babysitter. ‘ aren’t you the brains of your organization ? do i need to go into full detail on why i won’t be helping you ? one, we are enemies ! regardless of any past truce or debts owed or common ground, none of that is in play now. understand ? now two, the last time i saw you, you trapped me inside a damn book ! ‘ it’s only a little grudge, really. it’s not like it was that hard to defeat an endless barrage of attacks & escape with his life or anything … okay, he’s fuming. ‘ three, i am working ! not lollygagging. WORKING. ——— four. above everything else ! i don’t like you. almost as much as i don’t like that waste of space dazai. got it ? right ? now move along. ‘
not only was he the brains ; ranpo was the heart, lungs, and nervous system of the agency. if not for him, it wouldn’t come to be in the first place, but we digress and go back on the topic at hand. which as a matter a fact makes ranpo raise his brow curiously, and cock his head slightly at the other’s rather temperamental response. “ oh? then, is it really the best thing to tell your “enemy” what you’re currently up too? ” the curve of his smile grows slowly, until it rests still, masked as his usual carefree grin. “ i would think you’re just a little smarter than to let that slip ! considering --- you did manage to get out of that book alive and in one piece. well done. ” it’s not praise he speaks so easily but rather an expectation, and beyond all odd, he’s somehow met it ! the grudge he holds is painfully obvious and it only fuels him further. his arms promptly cross, before giving a passing nod in thought. “ yes i see ... well then i‘ll let daizai-san know when i run into him what a great help you were! “ the detective takes a brief pause, reflecting in thought. then as if an imaginary light-bulb lights up in his head, green eyes spark in realization: “ ah ! if i make it back that is, it’d be troublesome if i didn’t get back there in time like I said I would. oh --- maybe he’ll even come out looking for me ! you two might be due for a chat. ”
