Just when there were only a few more cans among the debris.
Takasugi isn't going to startle, though his focus is certainly jerked from his task to the student who approached him.
And had it been someone like Gintoki, that remark would have brought this day in a very different direction. But the centerpiece of that sort of interaction - a splintered piece of plastic - rolls from his hand into the recycling bin.
He almost begrudges the sincerity, but no sense in embarrassment. Something so mundane was only embarrassing for a brat who carry it out without balking.] Heh. [Not that he'd accept the accusation of being kind.] I'm no competition for you.
[He gives a glance to the trash still scattered on the ground, all of the recyclables plucked from the mess.] You're kind enough to not inflict a sight like this on your fellow classmates...you'll clean it for me, won't you? [He chooses now to be lazy.]
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Just when there were only a few more cans among the debris.
Takasugi isn't going to startle, though his focus is certainly jerked from his task to the student who approached him.
And had it been someone like Gintoki, that remark would have brought this day in a very different direction. But the centerpiece of that sort of interaction - a splintered piece of plastic - rolls from his hand into the recycling bin.
He almost begrudges the sincerity, but no sense in embarrassment. Something so mundane was only embarrassing for a brat who carry it out without balking.]
Heh. [Not that he'd accept the accusation of being kind.] I'm no competition for you.
[He gives a glance to the trash still scattered on the ground, all of the recyclables plucked from the mess.] You're kind enough to not inflict a sight like this on your fellow classmates...you'll clean it for me, won't you? [He chooses now to be lazy.]