Nnoitra gave Szayel a sideways look, his thin eyebrow raised.
Szayel had not expected him to know who Professor Hojo was, and yet he had, so Nnoitra's look was mostly one of mild, irritated amusement at him thinking that he would be the only person in the palace to have heard of the guy, even after being proven wrong. Hojo was famous, famous enough to be known outside of the typical circle of scientists.
"The Ryoka's the better of the two," Nnoitra said, gruffly. "Hojo's a self-important prick. Looks at everybody like they're his own personal 'specimens'."
He wrinkled his nose. Many members of Clan Khamja were certainly interesting from a scientific point of view, especially given the absurd power levels of some of them and the origins of others, but Hojo took his interest to a creepy new level. He was like a dodgy curb crawler, except rather than sticking to red light districts for his quarry, he hit main streets and acted like he was still entitled to ogle the goods.
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Szayel had not expected him to know who Professor Hojo was, and yet he had, so Nnoitra's look was mostly one of mild, irritated amusement at him thinking that he would be the only person in the palace to have heard of the guy, even after being proven wrong. Hojo was famous, famous enough to be known outside of the typical circle of scientists.
"The Ryoka's the better of the two," Nnoitra said, gruffly. "Hojo's a self-important prick. Looks at everybody like they're his own personal 'specimens'."
He wrinkled his nose. Many members of Clan Khamja were certainly interesting from a scientific point of view, especially given the absurd power levels of some of them and the origins of others, but Hojo took his interest to a creepy new level. He was like a dodgy curb crawler, except rather than sticking to red light districts for his quarry, he hit main streets and acted like he was still entitled to ogle the goods.