And where exactly do you think I'm supposed to be getting more experience from?
[ from leaving to make out with isagi instead? first of all, no. second of all, kaiser would be willing to bet a few months of his salary that he's the experienced one in that comparison. finally... again, no!
at least noa's old bones acting up makes kaiser feel slightly better. grandpa's on his way out in a matter of time and kaiser just cannot wait for that day, yippee!! rolling his eyes, kaiser reaches across noa's back to grab at his shoulder and rather forcefully apply a vaguely massage-like, rotational force as he continues to yap away, preemptively shooting up a baleful look that says something like shut your mouth! i know what i'm doing! — youth team members don't get the same resources, so it isn't unusual for them to end up doing amateur chiropractic services on each other. ]
You're a waste of space as a master who doesn't provide any experience that I couldn't get from running a computer program on my physical data instead. Any improvements I'm making are wholly in spite of you, not because of you.
[ oops, it wasn't very mature of him to vent all of that out. but kaiser hasn't been very mature all evening anyways, so there's no point in worrying about it at this point. ]
... If you want a reason, there's an obvious one. There's a payoff at the end of the road, duh. [ it's a long-term investment and the reward is being able to influence this horrible creature in the direction of noa's liking... or so kaiser assumes. ] Is that not literally the same as the reason we're in this fucking jail experiment in the first place?
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[ from leaving to make out with isagi instead? first of all, no. second of all, kaiser would be willing to bet a few months of his salary that he's the experienced one in that comparison. finally... again, no!
at least noa's old bones acting up makes kaiser feel slightly better. grandpa's on his way out in a matter of time and kaiser just cannot wait for that day, yippee!! rolling his eyes, kaiser reaches across noa's back to grab at his shoulder and rather forcefully apply a vaguely massage-like, rotational force as he continues to yap away, preemptively shooting up a baleful look that says something like shut your mouth! i know what i'm doing! — youth team members don't get the same resources, so it isn't unusual for them to end up doing amateur chiropractic services on each other. ]
You're a waste of space as a master who doesn't provide any experience that I couldn't get from running a computer program on my physical data instead. Any improvements I'm making are wholly in spite of you, not because of you.
[ oops, it wasn't very mature of him to vent all of that out. but kaiser hasn't been very mature all evening anyways, so there's no point in worrying about it at this point. ]
... If you want a reason, there's an obvious one. There's a payoff at the end of the road, duh. [ it's a long-term investment and the reward is being able to influence this horrible creature in the direction of noa's liking... or so kaiser assumes. ] Is that not literally the same as the reason we're in this fucking jail experiment in the first place?