[ Yeah. YEAH, DOUMAN. His name is a giant SIGN to anyone who wants to read it; a mocking little pun, a demonstration of the core of his character. Douman is a half-naked threat, one that Reigen wants to get away from as quickly as possible, and in order to do that, he has to be the wildcard. Force won't cut it, diplomacy probably won't either. He has to tip the scales in his favor, and the only way he knows how to do that, is by talking. At length. With the hypnotic motion of his hand punctuating the flow of his conversation.
Or, his hands would be moving, if he wasn't still using the put as a barricade between his figure and Douman's own. That's a lot of chest, and all of it's muscular. Fucking hell, he needs to stop looking. It's like getting a glimpse of that centaur woman from afar, with her breasts bound up tight in wraps. It feels stolen, even if Douman's there - flaunting it.
( Oh. Maybe that's what he can do -- ) ]
Y-yeah, you've got that right. I'm the best in my field and then some, even monks know better than to challenge me.
[ ( He watches the card crumple between Douman's fingers and thinks -- shit, he better NOT touch him, then. ) It'll have to be the salt, then. Reigen shifts the stock pot finally, to his hip and ducks his head as though he's preparing to walk out from underneath Douman's outstretched arm. ]
I'm a charming guy, what can I say? You have my name now, how about your name in exchange? And put your shirt back on, you're Blighted to all hell but you're still going to suffer in the cold.
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Or, his hands would be moving, if he wasn't still using the put as a barricade between his figure and Douman's own. That's a lot of chest, and all of it's muscular. Fucking hell, he needs to stop looking. It's like getting a glimpse of that centaur woman from afar, with her breasts bound up tight in wraps. It feels stolen, even if Douman's there - flaunting it.
( Oh. Maybe that's what he can do -- ) ]
Y-yeah, you've got that right. I'm the best in my field and then some, even monks know better than to challenge me.
[ ( He watches the card crumple between Douman's fingers and thinks -- shit, he better NOT touch him, then. ) It'll have to be the salt, then. Reigen shifts the stock pot finally, to his hip and ducks his head as though he's preparing to walk out from underneath Douman's outstretched arm. ]
I'm a charming guy, what can I say? You have my name now, how about your name in exchange? And put your shirt back on, you're Blighted to all hell but you're still going to suffer in the cold.