[There's that sharp way that his head snaps to the side at Yamamoto's oh so casual remark about how they didn't write anything that was untrue. If he was closer, he probably would have gotten a tonfa to the face out of reflex, but even still there's a near-growl on the Cloud's lips as he glares daggers at the other teen.]
That's not the point.
[He explains, as if that should be obvious, watching him as he laughs in that way that he finds both interesting and aggravating. Although that's really almost a summary of Kyoya's feelings about Yamamoto in entirety.
At the suggestion, there's a touch of warmth in his eyes, a sharp spark that lights his face up a touch and his smile is sharp, vicious and interested all at the same time.]
Alright.
[Easy agreement, despite the edged annoyance that lingers, and he's slipping away from behind his desk, looking at Yamamoto expectantly. Normally he'd have said something about school regulations, but he did tend to overlook such things when they suited him.]
no subject
That's not the point.
[He explains, as if that should be obvious, watching him as he laughs in that way that he finds both interesting and aggravating. Although that's really almost a summary of Kyoya's feelings about Yamamoto in entirety.
At the suggestion, there's a touch of warmth in his eyes, a sharp spark that lights his face up a touch and his smile is sharp, vicious and interested all at the same time.]
Alright.
[Easy agreement, despite the edged annoyance that lingers, and he's slipping away from behind his desk, looking at Yamamoto expectantly. Normally he'd have said something about school regulations, but he did tend to overlook such things when they suited him.]