[ there's only so much leona can say before he has to do, and he's not going to lift a finger for this guy. as far as he knows, hiyori's been talking a lot of trash--- in subtle and not-so-subtle ways. it's ignorance. arrogance. and if anything, it sounds like he would rather have others do the heavy lifting for him so that he could keep his nails clean. perhaps he think he's being charitable? a good-intentioned benefactor that would certainly not use knowledge against others. right, right.
he might run into a real buzzsaw of another dorm leader if he keeps up that kind of attitude. one who can really spin words and deals into something dangerous, especially if they're not well equipped to handle that kind of magic... or any magic at all. ]
You sound pretty damn confident. It's gonna be funny when ya get knocked down a few pegs.
[ and leona will make sure he's there to see it. nothing irritates him more than stupid people. stupid in the sense of lacking all kinds of common sense. he doesn't doubt that hiyori doesn't have something that makes him special--- even if it's some kind of incredible delusion manifested into something that is real to him. having 'fans' means nothing to him, the one who has followers of his own.
his cup is sitting on the table next to the pot and there's no way he's going to get up to pour himself a new one. not when he wants to keep his distance from this... misguided individual. the idol can enjoy his pastry. all it takes leona is a flick of the wrist, a finger pointed towards the fancy silver teakettle and gesturing upwards. the pot lifts itself, tilts, and empties its contents into the cup. then with another movement, the cup floats right on over to leona's awaiting hand.
it's not a flex. he's not trying to impress. he's just thirsty. ]
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he might run into a real buzzsaw of another dorm leader if he keeps up that kind of attitude. one who can really spin words and deals into something dangerous, especially if they're not well equipped to handle that kind of magic... or any magic at all. ]
You sound pretty damn confident. It's gonna be funny when ya get knocked down a few pegs.
[ and leona will make sure he's there to see it. nothing irritates him more than stupid people. stupid in the sense of lacking all kinds of common sense. he doesn't doubt that hiyori doesn't have something that makes him special--- even if it's some kind of incredible delusion manifested into something that is real to him. having 'fans' means nothing to him, the one who has followers of his own.
his cup is sitting on the table next to the pot and there's no way he's going to get up to pour himself a new one. not when he wants to keep his distance from this... misguided individual. the idol can enjoy his pastry. all it takes leona is a flick of the wrist, a finger pointed towards the fancy silver teakettle and gesturing upwards. the pot lifts itself, tilts, and empties its contents into the cup. then with another movement, the cup floats right on over to leona's awaiting hand.
it's not a flex. he's not trying to impress. he's just thirsty. ]