( at least toji had willingly come to find himself here; there's a whole hell of a lot of resentment threaded through this grown-up body, more than he thought he'd ever be able to hold onto and remain in control of, but it sort of comes with the territory, if he thinks about it for longer than a handful of seconds. he has to bide his time if he's going to get as much out of this as he wants to, and if he expects the promise of no harm coming to anyone at hopeland remaining true as long as he minds his ps and qs.
he's always been the sort to march to the beat of his own drum, but extenuating circumstances have a habit of ganging up on him, don't they? of making him behave when he would otherwise prefer not to.
wolfwood isn't exactly in the habit of making idle conversation when he doesn't have to — it's not one of his strong suits, to be sure — but there's … something about toji that draws him in, snags his interest without really trying, and that sort of thing in and of itself is worth investigating, isn't it?
he snorts at what he gets in response first because he doesn't think so much of the scenery himself, but that might just mean he has higher standards. ( read: he's picky, or just a part of the percentage that has better standards than one ( 1 ) toji fishuguro. )
he shrugs, takes another drag from his cigarette and flicks the ash at the end with a gentle tap of long fingers. ) Nah, unless it's about the food in particular. Some days it's good, some days I wouldn't feed it to a worm as a last meal. ( is he being cheeky on purpose?
probably. but you like that, don't you? ) Your name's Toby, ain't it? ( heaven help him, he thinks he's being funny. just look at that shit-eating grin. )
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Date: 2023-10-17 04:45 pm (UTC)he's always been the sort to march to the beat of his own drum, but extenuating circumstances have a habit of ganging up on him, don't they? of making him behave when he would otherwise prefer not to.
wolfwood isn't exactly in the habit of making idle conversation when he doesn't have to — it's not one of his strong suits, to be sure — but there's … something about toji that draws him in, snags his interest without really trying, and that sort of thing in and of itself is worth investigating, isn't it?
he snorts at what he gets in response first because he doesn't think so much of the scenery himself, but that might just mean he has higher standards. ( read: he's picky, or just a part of the percentage that has better standards than one ( 1 ) toji fishuguro. )
he shrugs, takes another drag from his cigarette and flicks the ash at the end with a gentle tap of long fingers. ) Nah, unless it's about the food in particular. Some days it's good, some days I wouldn't feed it to a worm as a last meal. ( is he being cheeky on purpose?
probably. but you like that, don't you? ) Your name's Toby, ain't it? ( heaven help him, he thinks he's being funny. just look at that shit-eating grin. )