[ The touch draws Tatara's attention back, and slowly, a distant smile crosses his face.
He drops his gaze to look at their two guests, and his answer comes after a short pause. A pause where his eyes rest fondly on the redhead. ]
That's Mikoto Suoh. The Red King. My king.
[ The dream figures stand in silence for a little while—Tatara's camera remains focused on the city lights, and smoke lazily rises into the air from Mikoto's cigarette. ]</small.
I remember this night. It was one of the last we spent together.
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He drops his gaze to look at their two guests, and his answer comes after a short pause. A pause where his eyes rest fondly on the redhead. ]
That's Mikoto Suoh. The Red King. My king.
[ The dream figures stand in silence for a little while—Tatara's camera remains focused on the city lights, and smoke lazily rises into the air from Mikoto's cigarette. ]</small. I remember this night. It was one of the last we spent together.