[And Baren, being Baren, ignores the defiant little glower.]
He's a walking shitshow, Chuu.
[SAYS THE WALKING GARBAGEFIRE.]
Sure, he's talented - and if you tell him I said that, I'm never answering your texts again. But he's so.... [a vague wave of his hand] Prideful? Like he's made of greed but won't own it. I'm impressed enough that he was able to accept his own anger enough to hunt someone down. He's always kinda been all talk, no action.
What kind of god is that?
[It's Baren's brutal honesty. The kind that he doesn't even mean maliciously, for all his judgmental words, he sounds more confused than contemptible. As if Yato's just a puzzle that he doesn't get.
He walks back to the couch with a plate of rice and curry for himself, then handing one over to Chuuya.]
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He's a walking shitshow, Chuu.
[SAYS THE WALKING GARBAGEFIRE.]
Sure, he's talented - and if you tell him I said that, I'm never answering your texts again. But he's so.... [a vague wave of his hand] Prideful? Like he's made of greed but won't own it. I'm impressed enough that he was able to accept his own anger enough to hunt someone down. He's always kinda been all talk, no action.
What kind of god is that?
[It's Baren's brutal honesty. The kind that he doesn't even mean maliciously, for all his judgmental words, he sounds more confused than contemptible. As if Yato's just a puzzle that he doesn't get.
He walks back to the couch with a plate of rice and curry for himself, then handing one over to Chuuya.]
I don't get it, but whatever.