"Right, well, you don't have to be American to know that the way Americans do it dictates it for the rest of the world." He points a fingers and moves it through the air, as if he's drawing an invisible line-and-a-half between the heart of America, Moscow, and France. "Point is, I got to the champagne first, so..."
He grimaces and cocks his head to the side momentarily in an expression of not-particularly-apologetic self-effacement. His subsequent smile back at her is fake, not because it masks any malice, but because it's the insincere expression of someone who's already justified doing what they want as the only (cool and therefore) respectable way of doing things, and any contradiction as a woeful social faux pas on the part of the one disagreeing.
"See, the things is, I already shared it with everyone with all the time they could have used to come get it, so at this point they've really more forfeited it than anything?" He squints and tilts his head as if he's appealing to some omniscient figure larger than Setsuna.
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He grimaces and cocks his head to the side momentarily in an expression of not-particularly-apologetic self-effacement. His subsequent smile back at her is fake, not because it masks any malice, but because it's the insincere expression of someone who's already justified doing what they want as the only (cool and therefore) respectable way of doing things, and any contradiction as a woeful social faux pas on the part of the one disagreeing.
"See, the things is, I already shared it with everyone with all the time they could have used to come get it, so at this point they've really more forfeited it than anything?" He squints and tilts his head as if he's appealing to some omniscient figure larger than Setsuna.