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.
no subject
[ Isagi rolls his eyes, though and he reaches for a drink. ]
I think I'm pretty good with the media.
no subject
[ 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?
no subject
no subject
[ snickering intensifies... ]
no subject
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.