[That gets a little snort out of him--mentally making a note about that and holding a 'phone' gesture with his hand, a mountain of Japanese rambling pouring out.
WHO IS THIS I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU WHAT IS IT YOU WANT CAN YOU UNDERSTAND ME I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU IM HANGING UP NOW DONT CALL AGAIN!!
The equivalent translation.]
...[But he laughs, cutting that act and going back to his sandwich.]
Here, try this. [As he shoves the cooling, chocolate-covered bacon at Kaneda.]
Point I'm making is... you can like being around someone without feelings, kid. Shit, I've done it all the time. I'm not asking if you're going to marry her and pop out a kid, here.
[A brow raises as he takes the piece of bacon between forefinger and thumb. A part of him isn't sure if this is an American thing or a 'Bull'-thing. Settling for a mix of both as he lets the chocolate harden.]
I know -that-.
[It's how he always dated back home, at least!]
But yeah, with THAT reasoning guess I'm guilty as charged.
[Bull manages to catch him right before he puts the chocolate bacon in his mouth, eyes shutting tight as those knuckles ruffle his already unkempt hair.
If anything...it's an improvement.]
Gah!! Bastard!
[There's a lot less bite to it than usual, a more playful tone as he tries to fight off those giant hands. HE'S GOING TO EAT THIS BACON IF IT KILLS HIM.]
[The playful shoves continue, trying to conceal that little chuckle that manages to escape. When Bull finally lets up, he's quick to fix that hair, patting it with his palm and brushing those bangs out of his eyes.
Ah yes, now it's time to try the bacon as he chomps down, taken aback by the salty/sweetness of the combination. It's nothing like he's ever had, that's for sure. And deep down, a part of him is actually kind of liking it...
Which is...obviously shown in the way he chomps down again.]
[He watches Kaneda go to town on that bit of bacon, before passing him another. This is pretty good. He'll have to actually make it more often, then.]
[While he does that... he has to decide how much he wants to elaborate. He didn't realize he'd done it at first. But now it's so common, he can't really quit.]
Just a name, where I come from. Suits you.
[Which is entirely the truth -- albeit not all of it.]
[It was pretty good, he had to admit--it was a strange taste, a bit salty and sweet at the same time. Tastebuds asking for a little more each time just to try and identify the exact taste.
And he gratefully takes that next strip.]
Haha!! Probably means 'son of a bitch' or something, right?
[Not that he's all that upset. But he knows how this works, and chomps down on that bacon, thoughtfully.]
[His attention shifts, obviously satisfied with that answer given, to the bacon. There's a thoughtful chew, eyes cast to the ceiling as he tries to pick out the...eccentric mixture of chocolate and bacon. It's not something he imagined himself eating ever in his life, but there's something considerably...
oddly satisfying about it.]
Not as bad as the turkey.
[Look at that shit-eating grin. This is your son, Bull.]
[DAD YOU'RE MESSING UP HIS MANE PERFECTLY UNKEMPT HAIR!!
He manages to get the last bite in, bacon still sticking out between his teeth as he fights off that giant fits digging into his head. But somewhere among the shouts and slaps, there's a laugh.
[All the while, Kaneda's trying to scramble out of it like a wet fish, hands reaching up to put his palms against whatever part of Bull's face he can find.]
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WHO IS THIS I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU WHAT IS IT YOU WANT CAN YOU UNDERSTAND ME I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU IM HANGING UP NOW DONT CALL AGAIN!!
The equivalent translation.]
...[But he laughs, cutting that act and going back to his sandwich.]
Pretty good.
[It's hard not to hide that little smile.]
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That's the spirit kid! Give it to 'em.
[He's still chuckling as he goes back to the concoction on the stove. Eventually pouring it over the bacon.]
You like her, eh?
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It's not like that.
She owed me a favour, that's all. So we went on a date.
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Shit, kid. You're one soft heart.
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[Fuck.]
You know.
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Here, try this. [As he shoves the cooling, chocolate-covered bacon at Kaneda.]
Point I'm making is... you can like being around someone without feelings, kid. Shit, I've done it all the time. I'm not asking if you're going to marry her and pop out a kid, here.
Just curious.
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I know -that-.
[It's how he always dated back home, at least!]
But yeah, with THAT reasoning guess I'm guilty as charged.
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[Bull, meanwhile, just chomps down on the concoction, without so much as waiting for it to cool.]
All right then. All I wanted to know.
Have fun with her, Arvaarad. [And this is accompanied by a noogie from one huge fist.] Have fun.
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If anything...it's an improvement.]
Gah!! Bastard!
[There's a lot less bite to it than usual, a more playful tone as he tries to fight off those giant hands. HE'S GOING TO EAT THIS BACON IF IT KILLS HIM.]
What's that even mean, anyway?
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[So Krem always said. Word for word. Boy he'd roll his eyes if he ever found out Bull was quoting him.]
[He keeps ruffling Kaneda's scalp for a while longer, before leaving him be to finish the bacon.]
What's what mean?
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Ah yes, now it's time to try the bacon as he chomps down, taken aback by the salty/sweetness of the combination. It's nothing like he's ever had, that's for sure. And deep down, a part of him is actually kind of liking it...
Which is...obviously shown in the way he chomps down again.]
That word. [He says inbetween bites.]
Avuraad or whatever.
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[He watches Kaneda go to town on that bit of bacon, before passing him another. This is pretty good. He'll have to actually make it more often, then.]
[While he does that... he has to decide how much he wants to elaborate. He didn't realize he'd done it at first. But now it's so common, he can't really quit.]
Just a name, where I come from. Suits you.
[Which is entirely the truth -- albeit not all of it.]
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And he gratefully takes that next strip.]
Haha!! Probably means 'son of a bitch' or something, right?
[Not that he's all that upset. But he knows how this works, and chomps down on that bacon, thoughtfully.]
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[That is also true. He won't lie to the kid. Maybe just... tell parts of things. For now, anyway. The whole truth can come later if it needs to.]
[He studies him for a minute.]
What do you think? Works out for a snack, doesn't it?
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oddly satisfying about it.]
Not as bad as the turkey.
[Look at that shit-eating grin. This is your son, Bull.]
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Yeah, yeah. You still ate it. You can't complain for shit.
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MANEPERFECTLY UNKEMPT HAIR!!He manages to get the last bite in, bacon still sticking out between his teeth as he fights off that giant fits digging into his head. But somewhere among the shouts and slaps, there's a laugh.
Bright and playful. Now that's a rare sight.]
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[He loops his other arm around Kaneda's neck, holding on while the kid squirms and tries to fight away. Nope, he's not done yet.]
Where do you think you're going?
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Oiii!! Dumb bastard!!
[Play wrestling time? Play wrestling time!]
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Watch the fingers! I've only got the one eye left! Asshole!