if your fancy suit can get destroyed, it will get destroyed

"Jeez Iwa-chan," Oikawa tutted as he fiddled with his earpiece, and began selecting his own guns from the racks set up on the van's walls, "don't be so pessimistic. We won't even need to shoot anyone if this mission goes well."

"You sure it's not optimism?" Iwaizumi smirked.

"You're such a barbarian, Iwa-chan!"

"Pretty sure barbarians don't have such good taste in weaponry."