[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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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. ]