[He can appreciate a man who goes to another city for his mayo, honestly. If you're not going to make your fried rice right, you might as well not make it at all! And if you're Kotetsu, there's probably not much more you can make aside from it.
So really....its a necessity.
Kaneda's head perks up at the voice, the lack of comm all the more apparent now that he's back to audibly hearing English, and how garbly it sounds when you're not a fluent speaker of it. This man...he'd met him once or twice, hadn't he? The seminar, and even before that, when they'd come back from Russia.
Kotetsu.
It was easy to remember, at least. It was Japanese. So why wasn't he speaking it?]
...
[Kaneda looks like a deer in the headlights as his face stares right back at him, a soft eto.... escaping as he looks back down at the box. Is he going to admit that he has no idea what Kotetsu said? Of course not. He's just going to assume he knows what the fuck this conversation's about.
Why would you do this on a bad luck night, Kaneda.]
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So really....its a necessity.
Kaneda's head perks up at the voice, the lack of comm all the more apparent now that he's back to audibly hearing English, and how garbly it sounds when you're not a fluent speaker of it. This man...he'd met him once or twice, hadn't he? The seminar, and even before that, when they'd come back from Russia.
Kotetsu.
It was easy to remember, at least. It was Japanese. So why wasn't he speaking it?]
...
[Kaneda looks like a deer in the headlights as his face stares right back at him, a soft eto.... escaping as he looks back down at the box. Is he going to admit that he has no idea what Kotetsu said? Of course not. He's just going to assume he knows what the fuck this conversation's about.
Why would you do this on a bad luck night, Kaneda.]
I don't have a curfew.