by Astaroth Sun Apr 05, 2020 9:31 pm
"I've gotta practise somewhere - and I don't want to sound like an amateur when it comes down to the wire. You just get the honour of being my unfortunate audience." In other circumstances, Nagato would have stuck his tongue out at Fushi: a very professional expression. But alas, they were still on the job, and even if there was time for a little lighthearted banter between them, he didn't let himself get pulled too far off track. Having gotten the information he needed from Ieyasu he didn't care so much to maintain the rough attitude.
Amusingly, whatever intimidation Nagato had levelled at Ieyasu, he was sure that Fushi's size and sheer strength was a good deal more impressive than his knifeplay. Although if he had been pressed on it, he'd have said that he had weakened up the delinquent for her. After all, these were kids. There was only so much they could be expected to handle. Somewhere, a species of retrospective thought popped up in a corner of his mind: 'wasnt he just a kid too? Where or when did he start thinking of himself in a different frame of mind to them. After all, he wasn't all that different.'
On their way to the bridge, Nagato found himself pinned in a very unfortunate place indeed. Between duty, and a tough question to answer. Truth be told, Nagato hadn't been very clear on the concept of 'good and bad' cop - both of them had been there to hold him down. Although, how to answer it without showing that he didn't know the lingo. Answering too quickly would make him look guilty, too slowly like he was simple and as she said 'pigheaded'. And like so many other times in his life, he let his mouth do the talking while his brain twiddled its thumbs and attempted to formulate a reply. Fortunately, once prodded into action, it usually caught up and made its best attempt to 'back the play' as he had heard his sporting uncle's call it once.
"Ah yeah, about that. I got a little carried away with the act, sorry about that. Blame it on mission jitters, perhaps. As for those two," Nagato tilted his head, thinking about it. "I suppose bloodthirsty is the more desirable of the two for our profession, but it felt like the right thing to do in that situation."
Nagato raised his palm, envisioning the fear he had seen inscribed in Ieyasu's face before making a fist - thinking about his emotions in that moment. "I felt that he'd crack if I pushed him hard enough and gave him no choices. I'm sorry I went against what you wanted. You can play...good cop next time if you want to. But I think we're fighting for keeps this time."
As for Fushi's face, he turned his head towards her for a moment, sneaking a cursory look again before replying. He had been informed in the past that 'innocently blinking' just made him look like he had woken up from sleep and hadn't been listening - so he refrained here, although perhaps Fushi wasn't far from the truth with the pigheaded comment. Nagato distinctly recalled complaints about being far too headstrong.
"That you have a very nice face but I'd be scared if I was in your bad books?" Unfortunately, it seemed he'd be pigheaded to the last.