( what, is makoto supposed to pretend his little doggy ears and tail don't essentially undermine whatever imposing demeanor he's trying to front? ever since their little run-in during the Oracle's ordeal, he remembers enough of his previous interactions with the other young man to know that those are new, which is a delight in and of itself. and it's one that makoto mostly keeps to himself... the occasional snicker or snide smile notwithstanding.
in the end, his fears are allayed, or at least as much as they could be by words alone. it had absolutely been the correct move for sebastian to impress that allowing him to pay too dearly for this risky part he was playing in their scheme would be too much of a stain on his good reputation to bear, and he also knows that gen isn't lying in his own reply, recalling (even if many of the details were hazy) how they have both worked and fought alongside one another in the past.
as he continues, though... well, they had been keeping the nature of their rather contentious relationship largely unsaid in sebastian's presence, but that pretense is fairly compromised at this point. so makoto merely replies, ) Of course. I would expect nothing else, ( in a tone that is far too breezy and casual for the subject matter at hand as he stands from his own chair, brushing himself off as he does so. )
I'll do all in my power to try to keep him in one place, once he's committed to an attack. From there... do your best.
( he moves to leave the tiny restaurant on his own at this point, thinking it best that they move in a group as little as possible, and especially him, given his role in this trap. he takes to the labyrinthine, honeycomb streets of the undercity, slowly angling towards the area of town that sebastian had highlighted as that most likely the demon is using as his hunting grounds. to makoto's credit, his acting is good, layered in a way that is difficult to falsify. he moves with the sort of assumed self-confidence that would appear obviously feigned to a sharp observer, accented with occasional wary looks around himself, belying the faint nervousness of an individual who knows they have wandered into a potentially treacherous place but is trying everything they can think of to attempt to navigate back out of it.
and as he does so, he senses the same thing that he had when he had traveled the slums of Hell: eyes upon him. whether they were those of his companions, remaining unseen as they followed; their target; or anyone else hanging around the area... it's hard to say, but he's interested to find out.
with one conspicuously furtive look about himself, he ducks into an alley. )
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in the end, his fears are allayed, or at least as much as they could be by words alone. it had absolutely been the correct move for sebastian to impress that allowing him to pay too dearly for this risky part he was playing in their scheme would be too much of a stain on his good reputation to bear, and he also knows that gen isn't lying in his own reply, recalling (even if many of the details were hazy) how they have both worked and fought alongside one another in the past.
as he continues, though... well, they had been keeping the nature of their rather contentious relationship largely unsaid in sebastian's presence, but that pretense is fairly compromised at this point. so makoto merely replies, ) Of course. I would expect nothing else, ( in a tone that is far too breezy and casual for the subject matter at hand as he stands from his own chair, brushing himself off as he does so. )
I'll do all in my power to try to keep him in one place, once he's committed to an attack. From there... do your best.
( he moves to leave the tiny restaurant on his own at this point, thinking it best that they move in a group as little as possible, and especially him, given his role in this trap. he takes to the labyrinthine, honeycomb streets of the undercity, slowly angling towards the area of town that sebastian had highlighted as that most likely the demon is using as his hunting grounds. to makoto's credit, his acting is good, layered in a way that is difficult to falsify. he moves with the sort of assumed self-confidence that would appear obviously feigned to a sharp observer, accented with occasional wary looks around himself, belying the faint nervousness of an individual who knows they have wandered into a potentially treacherous place but is trying everything they can think of to attempt to navigate back out of it.
and as he does so, he senses the same thing that he had when he had traveled the slums of Hell: eyes upon him. whether they were those of his companions, remaining unseen as they followed; their target; or anyone else hanging around the area... it's hard to say, but he's interested to find out.
with one conspicuously furtive look about himself, he ducks into an alley. )