[It's difficult for Tonegawa to be more than mildly amused by Chane's reaction even in spite of its bold defiance; it's so rare to see any sort of reaction from the woman at all that it makes for an interesting game to fill the interim between contacts with. She won't be happy with him at the end of it, of course, but that isn't the point, is it? He doesn't pay her to be happy: he pays her to do as she's told, even through pointless indulgence and insincerity if needs be. It's a philosophy he's maintained for thirty years with barely a hitch- a policy of telling the right people what they want to hear- and if she wants to get anywhere she'll have to-
The connection is made, and Laforet's voice suddenly rings calmly and clearly in his mind- a mind that takes a moment to catch up and which, just for a moment, squeaks past with a Bitch- before he can reign it in.
Once was bad enough, and that had been in extenuating circumstances. His mind has always been his stronghold, the one place in which he could hiss and curse and sneer without repercussion. Its invasion is unnerving, even infuriating, but he can't let himself get angry.
He grits his teeth and tries again, though he's uncertain as to whether or not she can hear him. Stop it. Get out of my head.]
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The connection is made, and Laforet's voice suddenly rings calmly and clearly in his mind- a mind that takes a moment to catch up and which, just for a moment, squeaks past with a Bitch- before he can reign it in.
Once was bad enough, and that had been in extenuating circumstances. His mind has always been his stronghold, the one place in which he could hiss and curse and sneer without repercussion. Its invasion is unnerving, even infuriating, but he can't let himself get angry.
He grits his teeth and tries again, though he's uncertain as to whether or not she can hear him. Stop it. Get out of my head.]