How do you even function with your head that far up your own ass?

[ It's hissed between clenched teeth and he takes a step closer. There are no powers that show themselves, not now. It's a souring temperament that's rearing its ugly head, making his expression tighten. He's not fond of someone challenging him when he's hurt, and yet, here Simon is, prodding him in all of the tender spots. ]

A leg up? How is my friendship a competition?!

[ Even back home, he hadn't felt as if his bond with Akira was any less with Miki trailing around in her singular simp parade. She was just annoying. Simon... well, he's annoying too. At least the girl didn't have it in her to do anything beyond call him pretty and question Akira's willingness to just pick up and go the moment he asked. ]

We're all fucked here, in case you didn't get it through your thick skull Simon.

[ It'd be an embarrassment if he was wrong, but he's damned sure of it now. ]