[ Gokudera takes his time answering, smirk inherent in every movement as he sucks on his now-lit smoke, tobacco burning to ash the only sound for a moment over the din of the bar. ]
Did I say I gave a fuck about any of that shit?
[ And this is a stock standard response. The beads around his wrist are grey and white but they're not what he's thinking about. Just some fucking respite from what is yet another crazy adventure in a dimension not his own. Maybe this guy knows something he doesn't, because he sure ain't trusting that orientation shit. No matter how much the tiny scar above his ear itches. ]
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[ Gokudera takes his time answering, smirk inherent in every movement as he sucks on his now-lit smoke, tobacco burning to ash the only sound for a moment over the din of the bar. ]
Did I say I gave a fuck about any of that shit?
[ And this is a stock standard response. The beads around his wrist are grey and white but they're not what he's thinking about. Just some fucking respite from what is yet another crazy adventure in a dimension not his own. Maybe this guy knows something he doesn't, because he sure ain't trusting that orientation shit. No matter how much the tiny scar above his ear itches. ]