I like the restaurant that does these sandwiches. They're actually good, unlike most of the shit in this city.
[ Gojo leans in the doorway, cheerful and casual but not necessarily expecting to stay and hang out. Not least because what if Emet-Selch brings up the topic of Suguru? Horrifying. Must bail asap. Coming here was a risk. ] Need anything else while I'm here?
[A glower, because it was true. It's more pained, less full-force than it might otherwise have been; one way or another, he was not going to be standing for any longer than he had to.
Given the size of the room, it's not hard to notice its main 'features' behind him. There's a sad assembling of branches on the floor in something barely recognizable as a nest. The prior flower crowns are there, along with a few rings. Leaned up against a wall is a stupidly large portrait of someone who looks a lot like him, but with short, largely brown hair.
But no, he would not invite Gojo in to witness his devouring of gift sandwiches and tea. And as Gojo did not wish to explain Suguru- an inevitability given what he'd come across on the network- Emet-Selch did not wish to explain his unfortunate decor.]
No, this is- plenty. Thank you.
[Stiffly, but- he had some sort of manners, somewhere.]
All right. Take care of yourself, grouchy. I'll try and check in every so often to make sure you don't starve to death.
[ He's already hit the limit of what he can do in a nursing capacity, so Gojo's absolutely going to take this opportunity to bail. Shooting Emet-Selch a grin and a wave of his hand, he turns and heads off down the hallway. ]
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[ He knows the type. ]
I like the restaurant that does these sandwiches. They're actually good, unlike most of the shit in this city.
[ Gojo leans in the doorway, cheerful and casual but not necessarily expecting to stay and hang out. Not least because what if Emet-Selch brings up the topic of Suguru? Horrifying. Must bail asap. Coming here was a risk. ] Need anything else while I'm here?
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Given the size of the room, it's not hard to notice its main 'features' behind him. There's a sad assembling of branches on the floor in something barely recognizable as a nest. The prior flower crowns are there, along with a few rings. Leaned up against a wall is a stupidly large portrait of someone who looks a lot like him, but with short, largely brown hair.
But no, he would not invite Gojo in to witness his devouring of gift sandwiches and tea. And as Gojo did not wish to explain Suguru- an inevitability given what he'd come across on the network- Emet-Selch did not wish to explain his unfortunate decor.]
No, this is- plenty. Thank you.
[Stiffly, but- he had some sort of manners, somewhere.]
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[ He's already hit the limit of what he can do in a nursing capacity, so Gojo's absolutely going to take this opportunity to bail. Shooting Emet-Selch a grin and a wave of his hand, he turns and heads off down the hallway. ]