[ That notably makes his features tighten, discomfort written in the tension in his shoulders and the lines of his face. He feels antsy, anxious. Not things he normally is.
But that's Khun. He's not Akihiko, chasing with earnestness and pleads and arguments. He's not Mitsuru, assertive and too nosy for her own good sometimes, like a scolding parent. He's just Khun.
I don't know. This has never happened before...
The girl looks disquieted, fingers raising to her head.
We can't rule out something may have happened at Tartarus. Perhaps it's best we head back for the night. The Dark Hour is almost over.
Shouldn't we check it out? The white-haired boy, bandaged hands idly cracking. Maybe if we make some more headway, we'll figure something out.
Quit gettin' ahead of yourself, Aki. You're already tired, and so is princess over here.
He sounds just like himself, despite it all; naggy and exasperated, like he's the only one with common sense in the room. There are protests from both, on multiple fronts, but he just gives them the 'I'm not dealing with this' look that Khun has likely become familiar with by now.
Shinjiro peers at both visages with an indescribable expression, beyond the ill of ease and anxiety. Fondness, almost, behind the shadow of his eyes. ]
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But that's Khun. He's not Akihiko, chasing with earnestness and pleads and arguments. He's not Mitsuru, assertive and too nosy for her own good sometimes, like a scolding parent. He's just Khun.
I don't know. This has never happened before...
The girl looks disquieted, fingers raising to her head.
We can't rule out something may have happened at Tartarus. Perhaps it's best we head back for the night. The Dark Hour is almost over.
Shouldn't we check it out? The white-haired boy, bandaged hands idly cracking. Maybe if we make some more headway, we'll figure something out.
Quit gettin' ahead of yourself, Aki. You're already tired, and so is princess over here.
He sounds just like himself, despite it all; naggy and exasperated, like he's the only one with common sense in the room. There are protests from both, on multiple fronts, but he just gives them the 'I'm not dealing with this' look that Khun has likely become familiar with by now.
Shinjiro peers at both visages with an indescribable expression, beyond the ill of ease and anxiety. Fondness, almost, behind the shadow of his eyes. ]
...Some things never change.
[ It's spoken as if it's a cast-off thought. ]