[ Staring at the finger pointed at him, then to Ishimaru, Mondo can't find anything to say. This guy... he really always states everything like they're facts, even when they're ridiculous stuff like that As-whatever thing back then. How can he be so confident? It's hard to believe just how much conviction Ishimaru seems to have in his words, especially since it's something about the future that no one can be sure of. Mondo can't even trust himself, and yet look at this fool, believing in himself so surely, without a tinge of doubt. ]
Tch.
[ But unlike what happened back then, this is something that Mondo wants to believe in, too. After all, Ishimaru is his hope. If he doesn't believe in this one, what's he going to believe? The grimace in his face doesn't last long as it breaks into a chuckle, that's followed with a (possibly) tad too powerful of a back smack. ]
Let's see you do it, then! What're ya plannin' to influence me in?
[ Look at this smirk, filled with challenge and mischief. Fight him, moral compass. ]
( clothes is an open door )
Tch.
[ But unlike what happened back then, this is something that Mondo wants to believe in, too. After all, Ishimaru is his hope. If he doesn't believe in this one, what's he going to believe? The grimace in his face doesn't last long as it breaks into a chuckle, that's followed with a (possibly) tad too powerful of a back smack. ]
Let's see you do it, then! What're ya plannin' to influence me in?
[ Look at this smirk, filled with challenge and mischief. Fight him, moral compass. ]