[cont

He watches with a curious sort of evaluation. He's seen a lot of abilities, expressed in a lot of different ways, but everyone he's known has always specialized in one way or another. Yamada really runs with the jack-of-all-trades schtick.

But it's interesting at least, and, Yusuke thinks, could be fun to come up against himself one day. He spends those handful of seconds paging through his mental rolodex of strategies if he were in the bikers' place instead: use the environment to his advantage? try to anticipate a shift before it happens?

Regardless: he returns the gooey thumbs-up with a casual flip of the bird.]

Yeah, asshole. I missed out on a paycheck tonight for a whole lotta nothing.

[He's half-hoping something else will pop out of the woodwork, so at least he could say he blew off work for something fun. He's still on alert — though he might not look it, rifling through his pockets for a cigarette — picking around the tangled chaos of Yamada's energy for any other encroaching yōki.]

How'd you even manage to piss them off that bad?