[Oh, Christ on a crutch, not one of those insufferable "children are our future" bastards. Also, what a creepy fucking answer. Whelk keeps his expression very! Neutral!]
Brighten. [He can't make himself smile. Sorry. Can't. He fucking hates kids. But this is the sort of thing a teacher says, so he badly sells the line.]
[ ?????????????? WHAT IS IT WITH PEOPLE THINKING HE'S CREEPY FOR THIS!!!!! My god. Sorry all your students were so terrible apparently. Get good. Counsel the Phantom Thieves. ]
[They fills his ears now, sizzling and popping. Welcome back. Saving souls. This guy loves pretty ideas.
[Whelk sticks his tongue between his back molars, pressing down. His eyes briefly introduce themselves to the floor, and then he looks back up at Maruki and shrugs.]
no subject
Teacher. [He taps his own chest.]
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Unfortunately, Maruki's complicated feelings for his own school are now showing. ]
Apathetic.
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[And, anyway. "Students".]
Teenagers.
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[ Guiding ones, even. ]
maruki that's not normal
Brighten. [He can't make himself smile. Sorry. Can't. He fucking hates kids. But this is the sort of thing a teacher says, so he badly sells the line.]
is fine
Focus.
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Eyes. [Whelk doesn't sleep, by the way; eyelids probably don't work - he doesn't know. Point is - squinting, squinting, squinting, always--]
no subject
Souls.
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Damned.
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Saved.
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[They fills his ears now, sizzling and popping. Welcome back. Saving souls. This guy loves pretty ideas.
[Whelk sticks his tongue between his back molars, pressing down. His eyes briefly introduce themselves to the floor, and then he looks back up at Maruki and shrugs.]
I don't know. Money. Again.
I guess I lose.
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Oh, that's no fun. There's nothing else worth saving besides money?
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