[No, if someone would actually listen, they'd realize he's saying the opposite. He'll do all the heavy lifting! (... metaphorical heavy lifting, that is. Definitely not literal.) He'll find a way out, unravel the whole plot, and topple Gatekeeper's scheme. (Or whoever's scheme this is, if it isn't Gatekeeper's—Nagisa did imply there were other forces involved.) He'll do all that himself, with no help from Mr. Lion Prince, who's free to keep lounging in bed and shaking his hips with strangers, all because some wristwatch told him to.
And once Hiyori is done—once he's cut to the heart of this nefarious scheme, and gotten in contact with the outside world—he'll help the lazy lion man escape. All without charging money or asking for anything in return, except for a little respect (and possibly also for him to put a shirt back on). If that's not generosity, what is?
Why, he ought to demand a statue of himself be built in the kingdom of Savanna-whatever. Instead, he's offering to help solely out of the goodness of his heart. How wonderful, how noble! That's how anyone with any sense should react.
Instead, all he receives is another rude comment in response to his offer. Fine, whatever! Once he finishes his tea and pastry it'll be time to peace out, anyway. But just when he's about to pour himself some more tea, a very odd thing happens.]
............ eh?
[The silver teapot rises, hovering in midair somewhere around his elbow. As it tips itself over the empty cup, Hiyori's brows creep upward, like he can't believe what he's seeing. Is this an illusion? A hallucination? Unless it's just some new-fangled technology. Perhaps there was a self-pour feature all along and he simply didn't notice. But that idea goes whooshing out the window when the teacup whooshes across the room, landing right in the smug lion's grasp.
His shock is plainly visible on his face and probably quite satisfying.]
Huh? You did that? But you said magic doesn't work!
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And once Hiyori is done—once he's cut to the heart of this nefarious scheme, and gotten in contact with the outside world—he'll help the lazy lion man escape. All without charging money or asking for anything in return, except for a little respect (and possibly also for him to put a shirt back on). If that's not generosity, what is?
Why, he ought to demand a statue of himself be built in the kingdom of Savanna-whatever. Instead, he's offering to help solely out of the goodness of his heart. How wonderful, how noble! That's how anyone with any sense should react.
Instead, all he receives is another rude comment in response to his offer. Fine, whatever! Once he finishes his tea and pastry it'll be time to peace out, anyway. But just when he's about to pour himself some more tea, a very odd thing happens.]
............ eh?
[The silver teapot rises, hovering in midair somewhere around his elbow. As it tips itself over the empty cup, Hiyori's brows creep upward, like he can't believe what he's seeing. Is this an illusion? A hallucination? Unless it's just some new-fangled technology. Perhaps there was a self-pour feature all along and he simply didn't notice. But that idea goes whooshing out the window when the teacup whooshes across the room, landing right in the smug lion's grasp.
His shock is plainly visible on his face and probably quite satisfying.]
Huh? You did that? But you said magic doesn't work!