[Preposterous? No, no, no. You must've been looking for proposterous. Go ahead. Read that train of thought again. It absolutely makes sense!
And we're not even going to acknowledge the cue-ball in JUMP! If he can do without hair then he certainly can do without witty, referential humor! ]
Donation for wigs? I'll have to tell Zura. He sheds enough everywhere to warrant that sorta thing. Especially in the sink. If a kid got my natural perm as a donation, they'd throw it to the ground if they knew what was good for 'em. Nothing good comes of it.
[He's leaning over Masanosuke's desk at this point, weight shifted forward. He uses his hand to keep himself steady as he glances over the other's bento for any other food he could pilfer.]
[But then he lets out a strange little noise in response to 'Gin-dono.' Something between a gasp and a snicker that comes out as a sad, small squeak in his throat. His eyes tear from the other's bento to Masanosuke.]
Gin-Dono? Ah... Now I upgraded to Yakuza Kumicho, ne? [And he says this while performing his best Yakuza impression. His lips curl as he steps back from the other's desk - solely so he can shove a hand in his pocket. His entire body manages to hunch.]
That'll do, that'll do. Masta-kun, were you looking to join the Shame-Milk-Family with that sorta move?
[It's amazing, really. How stupid one man boy could be.]
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And we're not even going to acknowledge the cue-ball in JUMP! If he can do without hair then he certainly can do without witty, referential humor! ]
Donation for wigs? I'll have to tell Zura. He sheds enough everywhere to warrant that sorta thing. Especially in the sink. If a kid got my natural perm as a donation, they'd throw it to the ground if they knew what was good for 'em. Nothing good comes of it.
[He's leaning over Masanosuke's desk at this point, weight shifted forward. He uses his hand to keep himself steady as he glances over the other's bento for any other food he could pilfer.]
[But then he lets out a strange little noise in response to 'Gin-dono.' Something between a gasp and a snicker that comes out as a sad, small squeak in his throat. His eyes tear from the other's bento to Masanosuke.]
Gin-Dono? Ah... Now I upgraded to Yakuza Kumicho, ne? [And he says this while performing his best Yakuza impression. His lips curl as he steps back from the other's desk - solely so he can shove a hand in his pocket. His entire body manages to hunch.]
That'll do, that'll do. Masta-kun, were you looking to join the Shame-Milk-Family with that sorta move?
[It's amazing, really. How stupid one
manboy could be.]