[ Excuse me, has he listened to a single word J said? Even if Barnaby's petulant mood-swings have cooked his brain so hard he can't think straight, what happened to the last however many months of camaraderie? Has that too suddenly been burned out from the interior of this hothead's skull? Apparently!
And by the way, Mr. "Everything is Black and White", those two things are not mutually exclusive. Some people have the sense to not fling themselves directly in harm's way, knowing it will ultimately doom them and ruin any chances for them to actually achieve their goals later on. Unfortunately, J seems to divide the lion's share of his time between two people determined to stubbornly ignore the illogic of their reckless decisions. ]
That's where you'd be wrong. [ J gives a snort after he's finished staring at Barnaby like he's a fool, as though he's heard the most ludicrous smattering of words his fellow Kenoma could throw at him. ] The shard I'm trying to preserve isn't my own.
But seing as how you're not up for a chitchat, I won't darken your door any further. [ The demon spreads his hands with a shrug, even though he knows this conversation has met its untimely end. Oh well, beating a dead horse wasn't getting him anywhere before Barnaby finally chose to give him a cold shoulder. Obviously, he's only wasting his breath here. Shame.
With only Barnaby's back to send him off, J turns around on pawed feet to make his slow traipse to more welcoming company. Well, as friendly as Makoto might feel after burning holes into the side of his head with a lingering glare for the duration of his chitchat. He does pause after that initial step away to turn his head, eyeing Barnaby from his peripheral so that he might offer him the consolation of a more appropriate farewell. ] See you, Barnaby.
[ And with that, J finally departs from Barnaby's company for good. Strolling with hands tucked behind his back and tail swishing side to side, J wanders off across the illusionary courtroom. ]
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And by the way, Mr. "Everything is Black and White", those two things are not mutually exclusive. Some people have the sense to not fling themselves directly in harm's way, knowing it will ultimately doom them and ruin any chances for them to actually achieve their goals later on. Unfortunately, J seems to divide the lion's share of his time between two people determined to stubbornly ignore the illogic of their reckless decisions. ]
That's where you'd be wrong. [ J gives a snort after he's finished staring at Barnaby like he's a fool, as though he's heard the most ludicrous smattering of words his fellow Kenoma could throw at him. ] The shard I'm trying to preserve isn't my own.
But seing as how you're not up for a chitchat, I won't darken your door any further. [ The demon spreads his hands with a shrug, even though he knows this conversation has met its untimely end. Oh well, beating a dead horse wasn't getting him anywhere before Barnaby finally chose to give him a cold shoulder. Obviously, he's only wasting his breath here. Shame.
With only Barnaby's back to send him off, J turns around on pawed feet to make his slow traipse to more welcoming company. Well, as friendly as Makoto might feel after burning holes into the side of his head with a lingering glare for the duration of his chitchat. He does pause after that initial step away to turn his head, eyeing Barnaby from his peripheral so that he might offer him the consolation of a more appropriate farewell. ] See you, Barnaby.
[ And with that, J finally departs from Barnaby's company for good. Strolling with hands tucked behind his back and tail swishing side to side, J wanders off across the illusionary courtroom. ]