... Sure, to an extent. [ kaiser's not the kind of person who would count it as a personal win if he came out on top because his rival got hit by a car or something. ] But as long as it doesn't change the parameters of what I wanted in the first place, then who cares? I'm not picky. You must think I'm waaaay better of a person than I actually am, Yoichi.
[ but, well, kaiser thinks of himself as way worse than he actually is. so he's biased! ]
That doesn't mean much when the media currently likes you, Yoichi.
[ he leans back, crossing his arms and half-closing his eyes... it's less that he's relaxing and more that he's made himself more lax, somehow. ]
Let's see what you do when somebody asks you something you really don't want to answer, or starts poking at your nerves directly, or wants to rake you right through the coals... then we'll see about that, hm?
Oh, please, Yoichi. The media loves me, I get them the views they need. [ the naivete is adorable, though, he's snickering... ] Besides, that's not how it works. I hear all the sports news outlets in Japan were sucking Sae Itoshi's dick for years only to turn around and call him a war criminal for... what was it? The crime of not taking playing around with children seriously?
Isagi groans when the other starts poking him, rudely forcing him to wake
up and face the hangover he has. He starts to open his eyes and then shuts
them again with a groan.
“I think you passed out early.”
Isagi seems to remember something vaguely like that… or maybe he’d passed
out. Ugh.
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[ but, well, kaiser thinks of himself as way worse than he actually is. so he's biased! ]
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[ It's hard to pin him down but he definitely thinks Kaiser is probably better than Kaiser thinks he is. ]
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[ just... consider it. but at the end of the day, no, kaiser would not gone girl anybody. he just thinks the idea of it is deeply amusing. ]
You're very naïve, Yoichi. The media's gonna eat you up some day, I fear.
[ he does not actually fear that; he's being a little sarcastic. ]
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[ Isagi rolls his eyes, though and he reaches for a drink. ]
I think I'm pretty good with the media.
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[ he leans back, crossing his arms and half-closing his eyes... it's less that he's relaxing and more that he's made himself more lax, somehow. ]
Let's see what you do when somebody asks you something you really don't want to answer, or starts poking at your nerves directly, or wants to rake you right through the coals... then we'll see about that, hm?
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[ snickering intensifies... ]
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Isagi groans when the other starts poking him, rudely forcing him to wake up and face the hangover he has. He starts to open his eyes and then shuts them again with a groan.
“I think you passed out early.”
Isagi seems to remember something vaguely like that… or maybe he’d passed out. Ugh.