My, my, you workaholics. [ said with the exasperation of an old, old sword who's seen too many of such workaholics. tsurumaru props his chin on the back of his hands. ] We don't need a second Yamato no Kami around these parts. Just one makes the rest of us look like slackers enough.
[ and a terror in the dojo to boot, and he's drawn that cute caricature of a puppy-yamato barking angrily on one such page somewhere in that recently cleaned-up mess in robin's hands. still, there's always something about watching someone be so hopelessly diligent that brings out the old man in tsurumaru, even though he makes it a policy to act no older than six whenever he can help it.
therefore, he slips a hand into his sleeves, and draws out another page. this one, however, differs from all the rest in robin's hand by the pure fact that not a single inch of it contains robin's own handwriting. this one is new. he brandishes it in the sage's face with a proud 'aha'! ]
Which! Is why I am starting a saniwa-memo, the subject of which being you. [ yes, he really did start a page on robin. he's a shit. ] And since you've admitted yourself that you need to work on your pacing, I consider that something I should add to the note so that I can hold you to it when you mistake your desk for a bed again.
[ nabbing the pen from behind his ears again, he spins it within his fingers. golden eyes trained on robin as though looking for his reaction, a most pleased drawl: ] Well? Isn't this a good idea?
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My, my, you workaholics. [ said with the exasperation of an old, old sword who's seen too many of such workaholics. tsurumaru props his chin on the back of his hands. ] We don't need a second Yamato no Kami around these parts. Just one makes the rest of us look like slackers enough.
[ and a terror in the dojo to boot, and he's drawn that cute caricature of a puppy-yamato barking angrily on one such page somewhere in that recently cleaned-up mess in robin's hands. still, there's always something about watching someone be so hopelessly diligent that brings out the old man in tsurumaru, even though he makes it a policy to act no older than six whenever he can help it.
therefore, he slips a hand into his sleeves, and draws out another page. this one, however, differs from all the rest in robin's hand by the pure fact that not a single inch of it contains robin's own handwriting. this one is new. he brandishes it in the sage's face with a proud 'aha'! ]
Which! Is why I am starting a saniwa-memo, the subject of which being you. [ yes, he really did start a page on robin. he's a shit. ] And since you've admitted yourself that you need to work on your pacing, I consider that something I should add to the note so that I can hold you to it when you mistake your desk for a bed again.
[ nabbing the pen from behind his ears again, he spins it within his fingers. golden eyes trained on robin as though looking for his reaction, a most pleased drawl: ] Well? Isn't this a good idea?