Sorry. ( he gets it's really none of his business, but it's what's been on his mind lately. isagi then waves his hand in a 'okay, okay, we can forget about it' way, looking somewhat apologetic. )
Let's just watch the game. ( he presses play on the screen and doesn't say much after that, even if he's totally still thinking about that crazy bid. the thing is... and it's not that they've ever managed to work together as a team on the field, but... that thing people said about them, how if they can maybe find a way to sync up... he wants to try that. at least once.
he sighs. problem is they're both trying to one-up one another. they're both trying to score more goals. nngh. should he pass... no. that's not it. )
[ kaiser isn't stealing the contrarian shtick from little french boys, so it's not that he feels compelled to answer further now that isagi's said they can just watch in silence — but it wasn't as if he was avoiding the question, he just really doesn't have an answer to it. nor did he mean to make it seem as if isagi should be sorry for asking, but that's just the normal collateral damage from having the personality profile he has, so. ]
Strictly speaking... [ he doesn't look up from the screen as he says this. ] Accepting the offer is the more rational choice. In fact, there's hardly any downsides to it.
[ and it's what he wanted in the first place, but — now taking it feels like running away with his metaphorical tail between his legs, for whatever that says about him. ]
( considering how new he is to all of this, he sees every little thing as a huge deal for sure, even his measly value compared to kaiser, and he definitely thinks it'd be crazy not make the transfer to re al, especially since he heard that's always been kaiser's top choice, but... )
Leave... if you can score more goals than me, I guess. If you want. ( he chuckles softly then. what a thing to say, like who does he think he is to challenge someone like kaiser, or to even make a suggestion like that, but shoving him off the damn pedestal, that's always been his number one goal since that first day they'd met, right? that's not gonna change. isagi turns to look at him then, the match on screen all but forgotten now. )
But I'm not gonna make it easy for you to go. ( scoring goals without kaiser fucking it up for him every damn chance he gets would make it easier for him to get to the top, but where's the challenge in that? )
[ yeah, it is really cool how the very rational noel noa lets his team do the equivalent of inting to get in each others' ways—
also, if kaiser himself were truly rational, he would have to point out here that those conditions are far from fair. but winning has never been about fairness, nor does he care about such things, so the thought never occurs to him in the first place.
he finally glances up, meeting isagi's eyes. ]
Then what do I get if you don't?
[ this implies that him sticking around is a reward for isagi... which isn't that flattering of an implication for either of them, really, but kaiser doesn't care! ]
( he raises his eyebrows slightly at the question. what would kaiser get? everything, right? scoring more goals would earn him an even bigger bid, all the spotlight, all the attention, and he'd leave... )
Nothing from me, I guess. ( isagi looks away then, tugging at the sheets with his fingers for lack of nothing better to do. )
( he makes a face at that. that definitely sounds like something kaiser would say more so than him. isagi sighs a little before sucking in a deep breath. why's he getting upset over something like a possible transfer for a guy he freaking hates... no. hated?
it should be whatever, right? he can go if he wants. no biggie. he's got his own goals and aspirations. this is just a distraction. a bad one. isagi thinks it's probably not too late to walk away from this, to not engage anymore. there's no need to complicate his time here, but...
instead of getting up and leaving like he'd wanted to do the night before, he just reaches for kaiser, grasping hold of his shirt in his fist and pulling him forward as he shifts and leans in to just... hug him. because last night, he remembers that felt nice.
sorry about kaiser's bagel trapped between them. )
[ there's a split second in which kaiser instinctively wants to push away because he simply doesn't enjoy having sudden and unexpected movement directed at him, but he manages to hold it down to a slight jolt before relaxing again, because — it is nice, he also thinks, to hold and be held. he inhales, closing his eyes briefly before gathering himself a bit. ]
... Sheesh, Yoichi. Are you a child in need of comforting?
[ asked the wrong person for that, if so! but in spite of his words, kaiser wraps his arms around isagi too, shifting around to find a way of arranging themselves that's more comfortable to hold indefinitely.
his bagel will have to live with the way it slips out of his grasp in the process, though, yeah. ]
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Let's just watch the game. ( he presses play on the screen and doesn't say much after that, even if he's totally still thinking about that crazy bid. the thing is... and it's not that they've ever managed to work together as a team on the field, but... that thing people said about them, how if they can maybe find a way to sync up... he wants to try that. at least once.
he sighs. problem is they're both trying to one-up one another. they're both trying to score more goals. nngh. should he pass... no. that's not it. )
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Strictly speaking... [ he doesn't look up from the screen as he says this. ] Accepting the offer is the more rational choice. In fact, there's hardly any downsides to it.
[ and it's what he wanted in the first place, but — now taking it feels like running away with his metaphorical tail between his legs, for whatever that says about him. ]
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Leave... if you can score more goals than me, I guess. If you want. ( he chuckles softly then. what a thing to say, like who does he think he is to challenge someone like kaiser, or to even make a suggestion like that, but shoving him off the damn pedestal, that's always been his number one goal since that first day they'd met, right? that's not gonna change. isagi turns to look at him then, the match on screen all but forgotten now. )
But I'm not gonna make it easy for you to go. ( scoring goals without kaiser fucking it up for him every damn chance he gets would make it easier for him to get to the top, but where's the challenge in that? )
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also, if kaiser himself were truly rational, he would have to point out here that those conditions are far from fair. but winning has never been about fairness, nor does he care about such things, so the thought never occurs to him in the first place.
he finally glances up, meeting isagi's eyes. ]
Then what do I get if you don't?
[ this implies that him sticking around is a reward for isagi... which isn't that flattering of an implication for either of them, really, but kaiser doesn't care! ]
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Nothing from me, I guess. ( isagi looks away then, tugging at the sheets with his fingers for lack of nothing better to do. )
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[ he looks back towards the screen for a few moments, but none of the action is really going into his brain. ]
You know, that was your chance to say something like, "the opportunity to be blessed with my presence"?
[ that's what kaiser would have said! ]
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it should be whatever, right? he can go if he wants. no biggie. he's got his own goals and aspirations. this is just a distraction. a bad one. isagi thinks it's probably not too late to walk away from this, to not engage anymore. there's no need to complicate his time here, but...
instead of getting up and leaving like he'd wanted to do the night before, he just reaches for kaiser, grasping hold of his shirt in his fist and pulling him forward as he shifts and leans in to just... hug him. because last night, he remembers that felt nice.
sorry about kaiser's bagel trapped between them. )
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... Sheesh, Yoichi. Are you a child in need of comforting?
[ asked the wrong person for that, if so! but in spite of his words, kaiser wraps his arms around isagi too, shifting around to find a way of arranging themselves that's more comfortable to hold indefinitely.
his bagel will have to live with the way it slips out of his grasp in the process, though, yeah. ]