๏ผ he does understand it — the pressure and conformity of a clan's expectations, set all too young onto the shoulders of those expected to build its future. but while there exists no resentment in him for how that pressure shaped his life, there is value to be had in others pursuing freedom his life did not afford.
still, there is no point to discussing or dwelling on it. instead — ๏ผ
Itachi.
๏ผ it's corrective. no titles. ๏ผ
It isn't any trouble. I already spend a great deal of my time training — teaching someone else is simply a different sort of it for me.
[ somehow, the multiple question marks come easily through his tone, only reinforced by the dismayed face he makes. ]
That's even earlier than when the Lan wake up... are you crazy? Don't you sleep at all? Not even da-ge started to train so early! Ahh... can't I come in a little later? 0700.... 0800?
๏ผ he has been willing to demonstrate mercy for others — but huaisang's culture is too close to his own for him to be willing to extend the same in this instance. ๏ผ
I leave at 0800. If you arrive any time between those four hours, I will train you. If not, I will program something into the simulation room for you to use at your leisure, with the understanding it will not be as effective as the real thing.
๏ผ a bit of a Look. it looks neutral enough... but there's some judgment there, too. ๏ผ
One cannot always choose the time a battle finds you. Perhaps it would be beneficial for you to break out of your routine as a form of training itself.
[ in his hand, huaisang's regular fan has been open for a while, now; he flips it closed with something resembling a slap. ]
Do you know, da-ge always yelled at me when I didn't want to practice, and it never got to me at all — our cousin, Nie Zonghui, he had a far more efficient method. He just looked all disappointed, and I hated that.
[ it sounds like a non-sequitur, until huaisang looks at itachi and says, somewhat accusingly, ] You sound just like him.
[ a huff. ] Fine. I won't be there at four, but I'll be there before eight.
[ in the suddenly-empty room, huaisang looks around, eyes wide — and then huffs, entirely exasperated, ]
I can't believe that guy! How is Wei-xiong such good friends with him?
[ and then, immediately after, ] What I am saying, of course Wei-xiong has found the weirdest possible friend he could and managed to annoy himself into becoming his friend. Right, well. I guess that's one way of escaping conversations.
[ and then he leaves, too, to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day, thankyouverymuch. ]
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still, there is no point to discussing or dwelling on it. instead — ๏ผ
Itachi.
๏ผ it's corrective. no titles. ๏ผ
It isn't any trouble. I already spend a great deal of my time training — teaching someone else is simply a different sort of it for me.
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Ah, fine, fine! But in any case... thank you. I will continue to take up your time, then.
[ and if he makes a concession with how to call itachi, he doesn't do so for how to thank him; he bows, his fingers closed over his fist. ]
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๏ผ at least he's aware it's... an Ask. ๏ผ
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[ somehow, the multiple question marks come easily through his tone, only reinforced by the dismayed face he makes. ]
That's even earlier than when the Lan wake up... are you crazy? Don't you sleep at all? Not even da-ge started to train so early! Ahh... can't I come in a little later? 0700.... 0800?
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๏ผ he has been willing to demonstrate mercy for others — but huaisang's culture is too close to his own for him to be willing to extend the same in this instance. ๏ผ
I leave at 0800. If you arrive any time between those four hours, I will train you. If not, I will program something into the simulation room for you to use at your leisure, with the understanding it will not be as effective as the real thing.
๏ผ a bit of a Look. it looks neutral enough... but there's some judgment there, too. ๏ผ
One cannot always choose the time a battle finds you. Perhaps it would be beneficial for you to break out of your routine as a form of training itself.
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[ in his hand, huaisang's regular fan has been open for a while, now; he flips it closed with something resembling a slap. ]
Do you know, da-ge always yelled at me when I didn't want to practice, and it never got to me at all — our cousin, Nie Zonghui, he had a far more efficient method. He just looked all disappointed, and I hated that.
[ it sounds like a non-sequitur, until huaisang looks at itachi and says, somewhat accusingly, ] You sound just like him.
[ a huff. ] Fine. I won't be there at four, but I'll be there before eight.
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Very well. I will see you then.
๏ผ and on that note, he's just. gone???
he's gone.
ninjas, man. can't trust 'em. ๏ผ
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I can't believe that guy! How is Wei-xiong such good friends with him?
[ and then, immediately after, ] What I am saying, of course Wei-xiong has found the weirdest possible friend he could and managed to annoy himself into becoming his friend. Right, well. I guess that's one way of escaping conversations.
[ and then he leaves, too, to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day, thankyouverymuch. ]
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