[ While poor Minakami is doing his best to try to salvage the situation, his attempts are unfortunately stymied by his boyfriend, who is currently doing a very good impression of a Revolutionary-era painting in Revachol entitled The Terror, in which a young man stands frozen, limbs crooked and mouth agape at some hidden horror just off-canvas.
Kim has always been known for his legendary composure both on the field and off of it and his ability to go through practically any situation without showing an inkling of emotion that he doesn't wish to. Which is why it surprises even him when a bark of surprised laughter escapes him at Tama's painfully sincere question. His hand flies to his mouth to cover it and he clears his throat, though his voice wobbles with barely concealed mirth. ]
Khm. My apologies. I know this -- this can't be very funny to the two of you. You're just...
[ Oh, god. They're idiots. They're young fools. It's spectacularly endearing, and Kim can't wait until he's back in the safety of his own apartment so that he can dissolve into laughter. Here, Kim finds himself at a cross-roads: he can out himself in return, or he can let these kids suffer. He's never particularly prone to discussing his sexuality with anyone. It is not a secret, per se, but nor is it something he advertises. He considers the options before him for a moment. ]
Well, yes. You were wrong. I am not in a romantic relationship with my colleague in the police, no.
[ Ah, fuck it. ]
But... I suppose I must congratulate you on your perspicacity. I am a homo-sexual, yes. Though I prefer not to advertise the fact, so if either of you decide to let that slip, I hope you're willing to face the repercussions. [ He makes it sound more threatening than it is; the repercussions would manifest themselves as facing Kim Kitsuragi's intense disappointment and judgment. Non-lethal, not life-shattering, but very, very unpleasant. ]
Your secret is safe with me. So please don't die of a heart attack, [ he says, addressing Tama. ] I've had a very long day, and having to deal with that would be very inconvenient.
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Kim has always been known for his legendary composure both on the field and off of it and his ability to go through practically any situation without showing an inkling of emotion that he doesn't wish to. Which is why it surprises even him when a bark of surprised laughter escapes him at Tama's painfully sincere question. His hand flies to his mouth to cover it and he clears his throat, though his voice wobbles with barely concealed mirth. ]
Khm. My apologies. I know this -- this can't be very funny to the two of you. You're just...
[ Oh, god. They're idiots. They're young fools. It's spectacularly endearing, and Kim can't wait until he's back in the safety of his own apartment so that he can dissolve into laughter. Here, Kim finds himself at a cross-roads: he can out himself in return, or he can let these kids suffer. He's never particularly prone to discussing his sexuality with anyone. It is not a secret, per se, but nor is it something he advertises. He considers the options before him for a moment. ]
Well, yes. You were wrong. I am not in a romantic relationship with my colleague in the police, no.
[ Ah, fuck it. ]
But... I suppose I must congratulate you on your perspicacity. I am a homo-sexual, yes. Though I prefer not to advertise the fact, so if either of you decide to let that slip, I hope you're willing to face the repercussions. [ He makes it sound more threatening than it is; the repercussions would manifest themselves as facing Kim Kitsuragi's intense disappointment and judgment. Non-lethal, not life-shattering, but very, very unpleasant. ]
Your secret is safe with me. So please don't die of a heart attack, [ he says, addressing Tama. ] I've had a very long day, and having to deal with that would be very inconvenient.