[There's something a bit bratty about Whelk's style of teasing that suits Kunimi to an absolute tee. He doesn't take cheap potshots or force Kunimi way beyond his usual comfort zone like a lot of people do in the name of "teasing" - he just skews the situation or dynamic very slightly, nothing that'll shake the earth beneath them, and then silently dares Kunimi to react.
Hopefully his lack of reaction doesn't disappoint Whelk too much, Kunimi thinks with a lopsided grin to himself. He's got a whole lifetime's practice in not reacting to way more than this.
He lights the Camel and takes a shallow drag, just to test the flavour - oh, it's actually quite nice. Smoother than his Marlboros. After a longer drag he sets down the lighter and sits back comfortably, then bolts upright when his phone vibrates in his jeans pocket. Jesus, he's completely forgotten there's a world outside this strange little house and his strange friday night.]
Shit. Give me a minute - [Wow that's a lot of missed messages. Does he really have such a pathetic social life that one night away causes this much alarm? He answers the phone in Japanese and takes a step or two away even though Whelk wouldn't be able to understand what he's saying anyway, mostly out of politeness. Even his tone doesn't offer any hints as, if anything, he's more deadpan in Japanese than English.
Well, a bit of irritation does sneak through as the conversation clearly stretches on longer than Kunimi would like it to. He rolls his eyes at Whelk and makes a "blah blah blah" gesture with one hand.]
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Hopefully his lack of reaction doesn't disappoint Whelk too much, Kunimi thinks with a lopsided grin to himself. He's got a whole lifetime's practice in not reacting to way more than this.
He lights the Camel and takes a shallow drag, just to test the flavour - oh, it's actually quite nice. Smoother than his Marlboros. After a longer drag he sets down the lighter and sits back comfortably, then bolts upright when his phone vibrates in his jeans pocket. Jesus, he's completely forgotten there's a world outside this strange little house and his strange friday night.]
Shit. Give me a minute - [Wow that's a lot of missed messages. Does he really have such a pathetic social life that one night away causes this much alarm? He answers the phone in Japanese and takes a step or two away even though Whelk wouldn't be able to understand what he's saying anyway, mostly out of politeness. Even his tone doesn't offer any hints as, if anything, he's more deadpan in Japanese than English.
Well, a bit of irritation does sneak through as the conversation clearly stretches on longer than Kunimi would like it to. He rolls his eyes at Whelk and makes a "blah blah blah" gesture with one hand.]