Job Class Sel. Mori. - Tumblr Posts
Mori hates getting headaches outside of training and fights, where it can be relatively shrugged off without much fanfare. He never tried to linger on the subject of why for longer than a stray thought, dismissing it as just not liking sense of unease / dread that always comes with it, and he subconsciously goes out of his way to avoid getting one. On the off chance he does get one, since they sometimes flair up randomly, he usually carries a few things on hand to ease it as quickly as possible and get back to whatever he was doing. The reason for the dislike only increases further after he regains his memories as Sun Wukong, and all the negative associations that came with them.
@ianuarius asked; “ i’ve got time. i’ve got lots of time. “ mori + q.
► ❪ THE GREEN KNIGHT ❫
Moments, seconds, minutes. So much of it, yet it's never enough. Waking up in the morning hours seemed to invite endless possibilities that branched outwards into many avenues to spend it, but there's only so much able to be squeezed in the breadth allowed by the strict passage of a single finite day. Mori considered himself no deep philosopher pondering on the thought provoking merits of the world or the threads of secrets woven into its fabric that lay beyond human understanding. At the very least he valued what the grains of seconds passing them all by could represent, when he slowed down to take in everything and anything about the environment flourishing around him. A small appreciation for nature so to speak that reared its head now and again.
Hearing talk of time from this joker though ? That earned a suspecting squint, crosshairs narrowed to a fine line. A drawn out hmmmm tickled the base of his throat, arms folded, weight shifting as Mori rocked back and forth on his heels.
Why the hell would Q have so much time on his hands to burn when he's always heard that supposed big shots had to drown in work to maintain their position ? Was doing commission-y things not a part of the job memo, or did it only entail standing around for the nonexistent intimidation factor ? Blondie's a commissioner too, and his sliver of strength unveiled during tournament recruitment seemed unreal, but maybe the title itself was no big deal.
Come to think of it, all he'd ever seen glasses here do was smoke and snark and get his ass beat. Well, until it turned into Mori getting his own ass beat when a literal magician move was pulled out of nowhere, wicked blade a crescent flash of red aimed right for him ( he'd been winning fair and square up until that point ) !
Stinging reminder aside, even Mori knew how to partition his time between the essential tasks of eating, sleeping, and rigorous training. Studying for school too he guessed, but exams didn't exactly hold the highest spot on his list of priorities.
...Ah, Q must’ve been seeking out his sage advice on how to spend the afternoon !
Hands settled on his hips, a small nod reaffirming the realization. Mori’s helpful tip held the backing of extensive self study research: ❝ Think about investing it in naps ? People need more sleep y’know. ❞
Only moments later he backpedaled, a new / better idea blinking to life. Shoulders heft, exclamation alight in eyes. The perfect solution. ❝ Ohhh ! No wait, forget that ! How 'bout another fight ? Caught me off guard last time four eyes, but it's different now. I'm ready for ya ! ❞