"You're damn right," Robin says, folding his arms over his chest in apparent pleasure, before giving the floor totally back to Nuriko. Kisuke doesn't hold the exchange against either of them. Even if they were treating him, outright, like an enemy, he truthfully wouldn't be offended.
His goal isn't, after all, to be particularly well-liked, or well-recieved, but to do the work that he wants to do, with relative ease, in relative peace.
All he's ever wanted, really.
He drinks from his own cup and clears his throat. "I don't want much. I just want it to sit quietly while I take as many opportunities from it that it allows me to, and then I want it to let me leave. In the interim, I suppose that I want to be a decent neighbor to the individuals who have found themselves here with me. I'm not complicated. I really ... am not."
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Date: 2014-01-21 01:01 am (UTC)His goal isn't, after all, to be particularly well-liked, or well-recieved, but to do the work that he wants to do, with relative ease, in relative peace.
All he's ever wanted, really.
He drinks from his own cup and clears his throat. "I don't want much. I just want it to sit quietly while I take as many opportunities from it that it allows me to, and then I want it to let me leave. In the interim, I suppose that I want to be a decent neighbor to the individuals who have found themselves here with me. I'm not complicated. I really ... am not."