[So he's the cowardly lion, the wizard, and the heartless tin man all rolled into one, huh?
Hiyori's eyes glance at the elevator—how many floors are there, and what awaits him on the other ones? But he might as well see what's around before boarding it. He does get temporarily distracted by his own reflection, though, lips pursing at the glimpse he gets of his appearance. He needs something else to wear ASAP!
But not as much as he needs an explanation about the spiked food. That's the priority here. Yet Leona continues to avoid spelling things out, leaving him to draw his own conclusions. How does the spiked food "help them play the game," when the "game" is just going to bed with different strangers? There's only one conclusion he can draw from that.
It's not the correct one.]
I don't see where mind-altering drugs would help. That just seems like it'd make it harder to seduce someone. I know if someone approached me while on drugs, I'd say, "Sorry for your lot in life. But I'll be cheering for you, so don't give up!" or something like that.
[He pauses, still thinking out loud.]
Unless they're memory-altering drugs? To cope with the empty feelings the next morning? Or you mean sleeping drugs, but that seems too dark, even for this place...
[It'd be extra disturbing if people were roofieing themselves and others just to get this whole thing over with. But his dark train of thought promptly derails when he spots the clothes rack Leona is examining, eyes lighting up with interest.]
What's this? More free gifts?
[A change of clothes is just what he needs, and these actually don't look cheap, so without waiting for an answer, he starts combing through an adjacent rack. Some people were born to hunt food, others were born to hunt clothes, and Hiyori Tomoe is very much the latter, so his response to Leona's question is a bit distracted.]
Nope! Nothing like what you did. There are people who pull rabbits out of hats and such, but those are just optical illusions. And I'd much prefer the world stay that way. Things have gotten weird enough lately without magic. Our performances have all the magic anyone needs ♪
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Hiyori's eyes glance at the elevator—how many floors are there, and what awaits him on the other ones? But he might as well see what's around before boarding it. He does get temporarily distracted by his own reflection, though, lips pursing at the glimpse he gets of his appearance. He needs something else to wear ASAP!
But not as much as he needs an explanation about the spiked food. That's the priority here. Yet Leona continues to avoid spelling things out, leaving him to draw his own conclusions. How does the spiked food "help them play the game," when the "game" is just going to bed with different strangers? There's only one conclusion he can draw from that.
It's not the correct one.]
I don't see where mind-altering drugs would help. That just seems like it'd make it harder to seduce someone. I know if someone approached me while on drugs, I'd say, "Sorry for your lot in life. But I'll be cheering for you, so don't give up!" or something like that.
[He pauses, still thinking out loud.]
Unless they're memory-altering drugs? To cope with the empty feelings the next morning? Or you mean sleeping drugs, but that seems too dark, even for this place...
[It'd be extra disturbing if people were roofieing themselves and others just to get this whole thing over with. But his dark train of thought promptly derails when he spots the clothes rack Leona is examining, eyes lighting up with interest.]
What's this? More free gifts?
[A change of clothes is just what he needs, and these actually don't look cheap, so without waiting for an answer, he starts combing through an adjacent rack. Some people were born to hunt food, others were born to hunt clothes, and Hiyori Tomoe is very much the latter, so his response to Leona's question is a bit distracted.]
Nope! Nothing like what you did. There are people who pull rabbits out of hats and such, but those are just optical illusions. And I'd much prefer the world stay that way. Things have gotten weird enough lately without magic. Our performances have all the magic anyone needs ♪