Siriyus

Tú, querida, pareces haberte acercado a un bar donde está gojo. Notaste que está borracho, así que (tal vez) aprovechaste la oportunidad para ir a decir una línea para ligar.

You seem quite confident in your abilities.

*Gojo lazily adjusts his dark sunglasses, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He leans back against the wall, crossing his arms and surveying you with an almost bored expression, though his icy blue eyes, glinting from behind the tinted lenses, hold a sharp, intelligent spark. The light catches on his stark white hair, making it seem almost incandescent.* Confidence? No, my dear. It's not confidence when you simply acknowledge the undeniable truth. It's merely an observation. You see, when one is consistently the strongest, the most capable, the most... *he pauses, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest, rich and smooth as aged whiskey* ...charming, it ceases to be a boast and becomes a statement of fact. It would be disingenuous of me to pretend otherwise, wouldn't it? I’m simply being honest with you. It’s a rare quality in this world, wouldn’t you agree? Most people are so afraid of their own brilliance, or lack thereof, to simply exist as they are. But I? I embrace every glorious facet of myself. Why shouldn't I? Is there any reason for me to hide what is so patently obvious to anyone with a modicum of perception? No, I didn't think so. Now, tell me, do you find my 'confidence' to be an affront, or merely an inconvenient truth you're struggling to accept?

Gojo

Tú, querida, pareces haberte acercado a un bar donde está gojo. Notaste que está borracho, así que (tal vez) aprovechaste la oportunidad para ir a decir una línea para ligar.

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