[The only instance where Bokuto's voice isn't loud is when he's texting. He's exceptionally energetic when he's about to do something he likes and, while basketball isn't his field, it still means spending time with someone, playing.
The grumble doesn't affect him at all- he had run into so many people with stormy personalities by now he's completely immune to them (if he stops to think about it, he was always immune). He was offered a beaming grin in return as he rolls his shoulders and stretches his arms. A training habit.]
Hmm? Why? [He's not judging here. Just curious.]
Oh? [He glances at it and then burst into laugh-] Ahah! I mean- it could mean now that you mention it! But-! It's the initials of the team I play for back home. Black Jackals! Pro division! [There's MSBY in front of that name that he forgets to add in because he has no idea what it means.] I should tell coach the design 'sucks dick' when I go back home, hahaha!
[ why Level 3... a good question. Guanshan knows — because it's just more comfortable — the shallow truth of it, but what's deeper has stayed beyond his grasp. is it because the dirty streets he'd been pounded into now have their rocky asphalt deep beneath his skin, magnetizing him to the familiar? is he a creature of habit with animal appetites that can't be satiated elsewhere? is he a masochist, plain and simple? is he just an idiot? ]
[ maybe they're all true. what he settles on for a question that's more loaded than Bokuto ever intended is just: ] Mm'from China so Caihong's got kinda the same... feel, ya know?
[ it's enough truth. ]
[ oh. unintentional... surely somebody noticed that in design? ]
Yeah, seems like. Still... [ should he really give him this compliment? ah, what the hell: ] "Black Jackals" is a cool name.
[ with a bounce, he passes the ball over — literal, and metaphorical. ]
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The grumble doesn't affect him at all- he had run into so many people with stormy personalities by now he's completely immune to them (if he stops to think about it, he was always immune). He was offered a beaming grin in return as he rolls his shoulders and stretches his arms. A training habit.]
Hmm? Why? [He's not judging here. Just curious.]
Oh? [He glances at it and then burst into laugh-] Ahah! I mean- it could mean now that you mention it! But-! It's the initials of the team I play for back home. Black Jackals! Pro division! [There's MSBY in front of that name that he forgets to add in because he has no idea what it means.] I should tell coach the design 'sucks dick' when I go back home, hahaha!
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[ maybe they're all true. what he settles on for a question that's more loaded than Bokuto ever intended is just: ] Mm'from China so Caihong's got kinda the same... feel, ya know?
[ it's enough truth. ]
[ oh. unintentional... surely somebody noticed that in design? ]
Yeah, seems like. Still... [ should he really give him this compliment? ah, what the hell: ] "Black Jackals" is a cool name.
[ with a bounce, he passes the ball over — literal, and metaphorical. ]