( well, this is strange and (somewhat) unprecedented. besides J dropping into datenshou's brothel to make an appearance as his supposed first client (even if that hadn't worked out the way he might have wanted), makoto isn't exactly accustomed to J being the one coming to him for more attention.
which is a bit of an inference, in this circumstance, but considering makoto might have seen fit to continue to seethe in silence, that's how he decides to view it.
the affectionate nickname, effectively weaponized, extracts a sensory response from makoto that he can't properly nail down; it's a sort of restless and aimless squirming, an odd mixture of pleasure and irritation and vague panic at how he can still so easily get a rise out of him with seemingly so little effort. )
My time, my effort, my words, my thoughts, my person — what more do you need?
( perhaps not all were given, but all were taken. he's never lied to J when he's told him that he's sometimes all he can think about. )
It was a lapse in self-control, but I found it difficult to remain a mute observer of your little joke, and not to mention you playing at propositioning the inquirer while you were at it.
( no, he hadn't missed that. that dull static of irritation surges and then bleeds with greater intensity; anger, shot through with a vague sense of jealousy. if he's aware how much of a hypocrite he's being, considering his own actions both here and in hell, he's not paying it much attention or care. )
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which is a bit of an inference, in this circumstance, but considering makoto might have seen fit to continue to seethe in silence, that's how he decides to view it.
the affectionate nickname, effectively weaponized, extracts a sensory response from makoto that he can't properly nail down; it's a sort of restless and aimless squirming, an odd mixture of pleasure and irritation and vague panic at how he can still so easily get a rise out of him with seemingly so little effort. )
My time, my effort, my words, my thoughts, my person — what more do you need?
( perhaps not all were given, but all were taken. he's never lied to J when he's told him that he's sometimes all he can think about. )
It was a lapse in self-control, but I found it difficult to remain a mute observer of your little joke, and not to mention you playing at propositioning the inquirer while you were at it.
( no, he hadn't missed that. that dull static of irritation surges and then bleeds with greater intensity; anger, shot through with a vague sense of jealousy. if he's aware how much of a hypocrite he's being, considering his own actions both here and in hell, he's not paying it much attention or care. )