[Well, Iwaizumi hadn’t quite been irritated at the loss - that is, until Blue started laughing about it. He jerks roughly away when he’s slapped on the back, turning to glare at the man with a look that just barely avoids the label of “murderous” in his eyes.]
Hey, you don’t know me like that, punk. And just what the hell would you have bet, anyway?
[He shakes his shoulders out a little, straightens his jacket. The grumpy look on his face endures, but at least he doesn’t look like he’s about to smack him anymore.]
It’s not like they use money around here. [He’s muttering to himself now, tone no doubt bitter. Blue’s probably encountered this emotion plenty of times by now, considering how long he’s been here (in comparison, anyway). This isn’t home, it isn’t right, it isn’t where he wants to be. The back of his jacket still proudly sports his team name - Aoba Johsai - but they’ve never been farther away. He’s still that brand of “new guy” that gets a lump in his throat every time he thinks about it.]
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Hey, you don’t know me like that, punk. And just what the hell would you have bet, anyway?
[He shakes his shoulders out a little, straightens his jacket. The grumpy look on his face endures, but at least he doesn’t look like he’s about to smack him anymore.]
It’s not like they use money around here. [He’s muttering to himself now, tone no doubt bitter. Blue’s probably encountered this emotion plenty of times by now, considering how long he’s been here (in comparison, anyway). This isn’t home, it isn’t right, it isn’t where he wants to be. The back of his jacket still proudly sports his team name - Aoba Johsai - but they’ve never been farther away. He’s still that brand of “new guy” that gets a lump in his throat every time he thinks about it.]