makoto turns to face kazuya as if he’d sprouted a second head (or perhaps something even weirder than that, given that probably wouldn’t be too weird for demons) at the suggestion. he might be the designated bag boy with other people, but, like… the bag probably weighs less than a pound, and he can carry it himself? what the hell?
a more logical portion of his brain understands that, once again, kazuya is asking this against common sense just so he can be nice. which is still weird and bizarre to makoto, but at least now, a month or so into living in the resort, he is more familiar with how people are just nice for no reason around here. so he doesn’t try to bite kazuya’s head off about it (which he might have done a month or so ago), instead just shaking his head. ) As pathetic and weak as I know I may seem, ( he replies, affecting a tone both grandiose and sarcastic, ) I think I’ll manage on my own.
( his further explanation is of slightly more interest. )
Is that what you just did? ( he frowns. ) Well, it’s probably for the best you see where my room is, then. Though I can’t imagine the layout is too different from your own.
( something which is proven after they go down the elevator into the basement. after a short navigation of the long hallways which house the rooms for the threes and fours, makoto stops by one in particular, swiping his Watch over its handle. it gives a confirming beep!, clicks as it unlocks, and gives them entry. he pushes through the door, holding it open for kazuya. )
You can come in, if you like.
( though there’s not much to see. the majority of the small, rectangular space is taken up by a carefully-made full-size bed—it could be converted to a twin to offer more floor space, but as he only really came in here to sleep, makoto kept it like this. there’s a bedside table to the side of the bed, and a short distance away on the opposite wall, there is a built-in desk alongside the sliding door of a closet. it’s very clean inside, though also rather empty besides a few borrowed library books on the bedside table. there are other belongings of his in the room, but he keeps them hidden in compartments built into the walls near the bed.
makoto sidles over to the closet, opening it and setting the bag inside to deal with later. closing it again, he muses aloud, ) …If this means you’re just going to drop off random stuff in here, though. ( he gives kazuya a sharp look. )Don’t.( he doesn’t want to be non-consensually given gifts… to his twisted little brain, it would feel oddly patronizing. )
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makoto turns to face kazuya as if he’d sprouted a second head (or perhaps something even weirder than that, given that probably wouldn’t be too weird for demons) at the suggestion. he might be the designated bag boy with other people, but, like… the bag probably weighs less than a pound, and he can carry it himself? what the hell?
a more logical portion of his brain understands that, once again, kazuya is asking this against common sense just so he can be nice. which is still weird and bizarre to makoto, but at least now, a month or so into living in the resort, he is more familiar with how people are just nice for no reason around here. so he doesn’t try to bite kazuya’s head off about it (which he might have done a month or so ago), instead just shaking his head. ) As pathetic and weak as I know I may seem, ( he replies, affecting a tone both grandiose and sarcastic, ) I think I’ll manage on my own.
( his further explanation is of slightly more interest. )
Is that what you just did? ( he frowns. ) Well, it’s probably for the best you see where my room is, then. Though I can’t imagine the layout is too different from your own.
( something which is proven after they go down the elevator into the basement. after a short navigation of the long hallways which house the rooms for the threes and fours, makoto stops by one in particular, swiping his Watch over its handle. it gives a confirming beep!, clicks as it unlocks, and gives them entry. he pushes through the door, holding it open for kazuya. )
You can come in, if you like.
( though there’s not much to see. the majority of the small, rectangular space is taken up by a carefully-made full-size bed—it could be converted to a twin to offer more floor space, but as he only really came in here to sleep, makoto kept it like this. there’s a bedside table to the side of the bed, and a short distance away on the opposite wall, there is a built-in desk alongside the sliding door of a closet. it’s very clean inside, though also rather empty besides a few borrowed library books on the bedside table. there are other belongings of his in the room, but he keeps them hidden in compartments built into the walls near the bed.
makoto sidles over to the closet, opening it and setting the bag inside to deal with later. closing it again, he muses aloud, ) …If this means you’re just going to drop off random stuff in here, though. ( he gives kazuya a sharp look. ) Don’t. ( he doesn’t want to be non-consensually given gifts… to his twisted little brain, it would feel oddly patronizing. )