[ .... well, of course he looks down at his chest when Noiz gives him a critical eye. The magical cartoon dick may mostly smudged off, but he's still smeared in shades of neon. Messy neon, no rhyme or reason to the prints that spackle across chest, collarbone, and stomach in untalented artist's spackle. ]
What? You sayin' I don't look good?
[ I am handsome no matter what I look like, sir. ]
Though I guess blue isn't really my color ...
[ And that's a large part of the neon, isn't it? Decisions, decisions. ]
If you want me to take all of that off it'd take a while.
[Noiz is very pointedly staring at his chest now. The way he's looking is almost... analytical? Like, maybe he thinks he looks good, maybe he doesn't, who knows? Maybe he's trying to calculate how much of the paint is actually blue.
He could be.]
You'd have to pay me back another way.
[He continues sipping on his drink while his eyes wander up to catch Rokurou's. He raises an eyebrow. Noiz is still willing to leave this to interpretation, honestly.]
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What? You sayin' I don't look good?
[ I am handsome no matter what I look like, sir. ]
Though I guess blue isn't really my color ...
[ And that's a large part of the neon, isn't it? Decisions, decisions. ]
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[Noiz is very pointedly staring at his chest now. The way he's looking is almost... analytical? Like, maybe he thinks he looks good, maybe he doesn't, who knows? Maybe he's trying to calculate how much of the paint is actually blue.
He could be.]
You'd have to pay me back another way.
[He continues sipping on his drink while his eyes wander up to catch Rokurou's. He raises an eyebrow. Noiz is still willing to leave this to interpretation, honestly.]