Eventually. [ he repeats megumi's words as if to punctuate how ridiculous it sounded in the present context. the fact that he was indeed leaning on him only perpetuated this fact. but, well, mort wasn't one to argue with someone, even against his clear disagreement. he never doubted he was right, and he presumes this was yet another situation he would make no commentary on, but judge it as is...
you drunk, boy.
but, he doesn't exactly bring more attention to this fact. something tells him that megumi was a bright boy who was probably more than capable of rationalizing the situation. otherwise, he suspects he wouldn't be here.
all the same, at megumi's words, he gives a brief pause. it wasn't a bad question. mort could have come up with various answers— believing in his potential, not wanting him to die on the streets as a result, the fact that he was used to similar situations...
either way— ] Whim. Now if I've answered all your questions— [ with that said, he then picks up megumi with the same arm around his waist and throws him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. ]
no subject
you drunk, boy.
but, he doesn't exactly bring more attention to this fact. something tells him that megumi was a bright boy who was probably more than capable of rationalizing the situation. otherwise, he suspects he wouldn't be here.
all the same, at megumi's words, he gives a brief pause. it wasn't a bad question. mort could have come up with various answers— believing in his potential, not wanting him to die on the streets as a result, the fact that he was used to similar situations...
either way— ] Whim. Now if I've answered all your questions— [ with that said, he then picks up megumi with the same arm around his waist and throws him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. ]
Let's go.