"See, not so hard after all, just needed a little push."
A chuckle, as if he had done something. Horrid, proud grin at the thought of putting himself over another, like it's a good thing, like its what he's owed for being ignored for all his life.
"Go on now, I grow bored."
⌜ Shocked into complete silence for a few seconds, hand coming up to cover the targeted skin. Surprise turning into a boiling irritation. ⌟
“I didn't uhh..
Sorry.”
A slow hand reaches over, almost torturously slow.
"Say,-"
A sharp smack across the cheek, not too hard, but it stung, just enough to get the message across.
"-did you think I was joking? That I was being a jester for your amusement?"
Hand returns, taking a handkerchief+
⌜ Choosing between swallowing his pride, or potentially getting his ass kicked. ⌟
“I have a name, use it.
You may be older than me
But don't expect to be
Treated special or something.”
"What you're experiencing is a fraction of the "talking down" others receive. If that's what you wanna call it anyways."
Fixing his cape, making sure it's sitting just right. Hands poof up his hair.
"You're an underling in the sense you are literally below me, don't get ahead."
"Well I'm not your underling. I didn't become a sorcerer for that."
[ Audible disaproving grumble under his breath, taking a step back. ] "Privilage as in, getting talked down to?"
It sounded like mumbling from that on high, but it did catch his attention. Who wouldn't notice Satoru Gojo calling out to them.
He floated down, thrusters coming to a full stop as he landed. On a higher surface, to appear taller than he actually is.
"Miss Gojo, what+
"Am I not entitled to wanting stronger underlings?" Hands clasp behind his back, spitting on the ground as he looked towards Junpei.
"Consider it a privilege, really, very few get this chance."
"I'm sure it makes you 'sad' or whatever." [ Clear sarcasm evident in his voice, huffing. ]
"Why are you even bothering me about it? don't you have something better to do. . whatever, i'll look into getting some sort of weapon."
+ visible when against the clear blue of the sky. White hair flayed in the wind, clearing his face from obstruction.
"Foolish, am I really expected to interact with such brash personalities.."
A figure in the sky, so much cursed energy being spread into the air that it's hard to ignore it. Ueba is scouting the Tokyo school, as if he hasn't been here before.
He's seemingly grumbling to himself, the bright red of the underside of his cape unmistakably+
@0FFTHEGROUND
gojo was lounging about as usual —— until a small spur of. activity caught their attention . it would've helped if she actually read over things when the Kyoto school came to visit ..
she figured it was another joint training session .
<| had a fun idea for a reincarnated sorcerer oc, where it's two ancient sorcerers who share one vessel, but can't decide who gets to control and when
"It's where most end up. I'm a little sad you're content with it, no ambition for this I assume." Slow adjustment of the cuffs of his sleeves, he's not sparing Junpei any eye contact. Just looking off into the distance. "Mediocre sorcerers are far too many, don't+
"Not everyone can be super strong, or wants to be, i was an average person til Yuji found me. I'm not trying to be the next Gojo."
"I'm fine with an above average, or average grade."