[He has no intention of watching Yugamu perform open-heart surgery on himself or anyone else... too close to the table for Char's tastes. Better to trust his gut, which tells him that beneath the layers of perversity, there's a principled core in this boy.
He notes every flicker in Yugamu's reaction to the reveal of his 'real' name... and, mindful of those sharp nails, takes his hand in a firm shake. A man of many faces, is he? No denial, only the briefest crack of a wry grin. A sharp-eyed young man, indeed.]
[ Not that he minds going into the details right now, but sometimes it's fun to watch the mind wander. Not that Char's likely will; he's already got something on the brain, and he doubts the internal workings of the human body in the physical sense are part of it.
Ah, that's a nice smile. It suits him. ]
But of course. All I ask for is a bit of patience; after all, you can't rush perfection.
[ As perfect as psychedelic drugs made in a chapel laboratory can be, in any case. He's not claiming to be a miracle worker, but he's damn good with what he's got.
Char can watch as Yugamu shuffles from table to table with a purpose, setting down his tools. What seems to be oil, a few dubious looking powders, the burner...the works. He's free to peek at whatever he likes. ]
[Patience. He has that in spades, though it doesn't keep him from watching the array Yugamu lays out with a scrutinizing eye. Oils, powders, burners... he's seen arsenals before, but this one is crafted for an entirely different battlefield. And yet the purpose is the same: control, survival, the shaping of outcomes by human hands.
And, you know, getting dangerously high. Yugamu is a boy who can truly do it all.]
So long as perfection doesn't mean leaving me blind to what you're doing.
[There's no heat in it, just a quiet warning— he'll give trust, but not without keeping his own eyes open. A faint lift at the corner of his mouth breaks the edge of it, just enough to soften the line into something wryer.]
But I'll grant you this— your confidence is infectious. I look forward to seeing what you're capable of.
[ Ah, it's been a while since he's had to make something of this calibre. It's been his own personal experiments, the potions, a few poisons...after all, Takemaru had threatened to punch his lights out for offering to get a little too recreational.
But if someone wants to get start seeing the good stuff, and he's away from scrutinizing eyes, who is he to deny them? ]
Wouldn't dream of it, Sensei. I might get a bit embarrassed if you watch me too closely, though...
[ Whether or not he's serious about that has yet to be determined, but the smile on Yugamu's face when he turns to meet that grin seems a little coy. He normally doesn't have an audience to watch his every move, after all, so why not enjoy it? ]
It'd be nice if the selection here was bigger. [ An side note as one glass beaker slowly fills, eyeballing it carefully even as he speaks. ] But I'm nothing if not flexible. I like the challenge.
[Char catches the coy smile, weighing whether it's sincerity or another mask. He doesn't call it out either way, just lets the silence stretch a moment, long enough to keep the boy wondering.]
If you're embarrassed by an audience, then you ought to grow used to it. Perfection invites scrutiny— better me than someone less forgiving.
[He shifts his weight, arms folding as he continues to watch the careful pour into the beaker, not missing a detail. The faint curve of his lips doesn't fade, though. It's a test, but not without its share of approval.]
Constraints make or break a man. Anyone can thrive with abundance, but turning scarcity into strength... that's where the real craft lies.
[And here, in this strange place, where survival depends on wit as much as will, Char is curious to see just how far Yugamu's craft can take them both.]
[ What a fascinating man this is. Someone who likes his mind games, a little too much experience...all surface level things he's picked up from watching, waiting. ]
I don't mind less forgiving. [ That part is true, as he flicks the burner on. ] That kind of harsh treatment can be a real motivator in some ways, y'know?
[ And less so, because it truly depends. Humiliation, scrutiny are all things embarrassing and exciting in equal measure, but he does like to think himself rather talented in this field specifically. He'd only take the nitpicking from the truly skilled. ]
While I like the peace of working at my own pace, there's a certain thrill in working under pressure. [ An almost fond glint of reminisce. ] Desperation tends to bring out the best results in people.
[ Admittedly, this is more a problem of limited supplies rather than a time crunch, but he'll still take every second he can get. Ah, he'll need one of the buckets for this...luckily, he may or may not have stored tinfoil from the kitchen in here. ]
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[He has no intention of watching Yugamu perform open-heart surgery on himself or anyone else... too close to the table for Char's tastes. Better to trust his gut, which tells him that beneath the layers of perversity, there's a principled core in this boy.
He notes every flicker in Yugamu's reaction to the reveal of his 'real' name... and, mindful of those sharp nails, takes his hand in a firm shake. A man of many faces, is he? No denial, only the briefest crack of a wry grin. A sharp-eyed young man, indeed.]
Well met, Doctor Omokage. Shall we begin?
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[ Not that he minds going into the details right now, but sometimes it's fun to watch the mind wander. Not that Char's likely will; he's already got something on the brain, and he doubts the internal workings of the human body in the physical sense are part of it.
Ah, that's a nice smile. It suits him. ]
But of course. All I ask for is a bit of patience; after all, you can't rush perfection.
[ As perfect as psychedelic drugs made in a chapel laboratory can be, in any case. He's not claiming to be a miracle worker, but he's damn good with what he's got.
Char can watch as Yugamu shuffles from table to table with a purpose, setting down his tools. What seems to be oil, a few dubious looking powders, the burner...the works. He's free to peek at whatever he likes. ]
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And, you know, getting dangerously high. Yugamu is a boy who can truly do it all.]
So long as perfection doesn't mean leaving me blind to what you're doing.
[There's no heat in it, just a quiet warning— he'll give trust, but not without keeping his own eyes open. A faint lift at the corner of his mouth breaks the edge of it, just enough to soften the line into something wryer.]
But I'll grant you this— your confidence is infectious. I look forward to seeing what you're capable of.
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But if someone wants to get start seeing the good stuff, and he's away from scrutinizing eyes, who is he to deny them? ]
Wouldn't dream of it, Sensei. I might get a bit embarrassed if you watch me too closely, though...
[ Whether or not he's serious about that has yet to be determined, but the smile on Yugamu's face when he turns to meet that grin seems a little coy. He normally doesn't have an audience to watch his every move, after all, so why not enjoy it? ]
It'd be nice if the selection here was bigger. [ An side note as one glass beaker slowly fills, eyeballing it carefully even as he speaks. ] But I'm nothing if not flexible. I like the challenge.
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If you're embarrassed by an audience, then you ought to grow used to it. Perfection invites scrutiny— better me than someone less forgiving.
[He shifts his weight, arms folding as he continues to watch the careful pour into the beaker, not missing a detail. The faint curve of his lips doesn't fade, though. It's a test, but not without its share of approval.]
Constraints make or break a man. Anyone can thrive with abundance, but turning scarcity into strength... that's where the real craft lies.
[And here, in this strange place, where survival depends on wit as much as will, Char is curious to see just how far Yugamu's craft can take them both.]
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I don't mind less forgiving. [ That part is true, as he flicks the burner on. ] That kind of harsh treatment can be a real motivator in some ways, y'know?
[ And less so, because it truly depends. Humiliation, scrutiny are all things embarrassing and exciting in equal measure, but he does like to think himself rather talented in this field specifically. He'd only take the nitpicking from the truly skilled. ]
While I like the peace of working at my own pace, there's a certain thrill in working under pressure. [ An almost fond glint of reminisce. ] Desperation tends to bring out the best results in people.
[ Admittedly, this is more a problem of limited supplies rather than a time crunch, but he'll still take every second he can get. Ah, he'll need one of the buckets for this...luckily, he may or may not have stored tinfoil from the kitchen in here. ]