[ he is shameless and charming in turns; there is something in gin that always keeps her from rejecting him too harshly (though she has very firmly said no every single time). ]
I don't want to have dinner with you. [ a quick glance at the students around who looked two seconds away from withering under gin's glare, and she jerks her head towards the door. ] Go.
[ But- ]
Not you though, you have to stay behind and clean up.
[One of these days! It was certainly only a matter of cologne or the inflection of his voice, wasn't it? The right combination and--]
Guh! [Recoiling just somewhat at the sting of her rejection and the usual curt severity of it, he began slumping his shoulders only to have another devastating blow added to the mix.]
Ah, what? Madame, President, we should still have another... [Hour? He blinked rapidly, thoughts coalescing after finally recovering with grace. Something about that situation warranted a smile, though, so he'd raised his hands and produced a fan from thin air--shooing away fellow students and rushing them off of their work stations without pause.]
[ everyone files out. gin waits silently until the door slides shut behind her and then she raises her chin—now her anger is warmer and less like frost. her hands pressed on the table-top where kisuke has been conducting his illegal gambling. ]
I could ask you the same thing, though... I'm certain we'd be asking one another that question for two entirely different reasons.
[He followed her with an attentive stare, not seeking an opening or even an opportunity. For all the times she chased after him, looking for something to critique or punish--]
But, you know, I wouldn't question how you use your time. We're all sacrificing ourselves, so what little freedom we have left should be indulged and respected to the fullest!
Two entire different reasons? [ gin looks briefly confused and then shakes her head, a quick angry movement as if to dismiss the line of conversation. she feels there are implications there that ought to be ignores. kisuke is...kisuke after all. ]
Then use whatever little freedom you have to break the rules elsewhere. I don't like having to report you every time.
[While he normally might have swooned for the sake of it, there was something about the way she said it that time that gave him reason for pause. Kisuke stopped in the middle of moving purified vials back to their stands.]
...Wait. You don't happen to think 'I need to fix him' when you look at me, do you? That might be more interesting than pulpy tabloids!
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I don't want to have dinner with you. [ a quick glance at the students around who looked two seconds away from withering under gin's glare, and she jerks her head towards the door. ] Go.
[ But- ]
Not you though, you have to stay behind and clean up.
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Guh! [Recoiling just somewhat at the sting of her rejection and the usual curt severity of it, he began slumping his shoulders only to have another devastating blow added to the mix.]
Ah, what? Madame, President, we should still have another... [Hour? He blinked rapidly, thoughts coalescing after finally recovering with grace. Something about that situation warranted a smile, though, so he'd raised his hands and produced a fan from thin air--shooing away fellow students and rushing them off of their work stations without pause.]
Listen, you all heard her! Out, out, out! Shoo!
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Do you not have anything better to do?
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[He followed her with an attentive stare, not seeking an opening or even an opportunity. For all the times she chased after him, looking for something to critique or punish--]
But, you know, I wouldn't question how you use your time. We're all sacrificing ourselves, so what little freedom we have left should be indulged and respected to the fullest!
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Then use whatever little freedom you have to break the rules elsewhere. I don't like having to report you every time.
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[While he normally might have swooned for the sake of it, there was something about the way she said it that time that gave him reason for pause. Kisuke stopped in the middle of moving purified vials back to their stands.]
...Wait. You don't happen to think 'I need to fix him' when you look at me, do you? That might be more interesting than pulpy tabloids!
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yes, she wants to fix him. so what??? ]
It isn't what you think.
[ it is exactly what kisuke thinks ]