[ well, what do you expect him to do with this lumpy, misshapen atrocity, he can't exactly chuck in the trash ...
but makoto rescinds his consolation prize at once, mouth opened on a particularly emotionally-stilted question, like this isn't rubbing salt into the wound. insult to injury, sure. ]
Wait, you think you can win?! Seriously?
[ maybe she has a pathological desire for pain and misery, since she'd been standing behind him for the past fifteen minutes watching him blow half his paycheck in vain. accusations of rigged machinery as compared to the ubiquity of repeated human failure, but there's something in her eyes that brings him to an audible halt. ]
... Sure. If you can get the grand prize, I'll even offer to take you out for lunch.
[ makoto figures it won't be an issue. she's practically bound to lose. ]
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but makoto rescinds his consolation prize at once, mouth opened on a particularly emotionally-stilted question, like this isn't rubbing salt into the wound. insult to injury, sure. ]
Wait, you think you can win?! Seriously?
[ maybe she has a pathological desire for pain and misery, since she'd been standing behind him for the past fifteen minutes watching him blow half his paycheck in vain. accusations of rigged machinery as compared to the ubiquity of repeated human failure, but there's something in her eyes that brings him to an audible halt. ]
... Sure. If you can get the grand prize, I'll even offer to take you out for lunch.
[ makoto figures it won't be an issue. she's practically bound to lose. ]