upon the small graze exchanged 、 it feels like a barrier - knotted by unseen magnetic pressure. not cursed energy、but a practice far more regulated. not just a suit man who pries.
… does he see things too?
“ i’m lifting the burden of being in debt. “
⠀ ⠀ His obsidian gaze lingers upon the pretzel bar cradled within the little girl's tender, outstretched palm. No motion stirs him, nor word escapes his brims yet. Then, with a deliberate, almost hallowed grace, he accepts it.
ᅠᅠ“ You're returning kindness. ”
gaze pursued to fixate 、 savoured every last regard just for her yūta.
she nods 、 rct is still a hurdle ; tougher technique to master. blames it on her lack of concentration —— perhaps her brash approach to fights. →
͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ he doesn’t meet her gaze﹐ too focused on cleaning her up﹐ the soiled tissue discarded.
do you want me to use rct﹐ rika——chan .ᐣ
the perfect eyeline to the red-squirrels.
no. not budging 、old man.
her brief intermission of eying the brute stops … and returns back to the console … tapping .. tap tap … it’s drained. bummer.
not a single word exchanged.
level twenty eight … it took level twenty eight on her spyro game to reach it’s fate. gameboys last longer than a phone &she broke her last three —— blink.
sunlit view temporarily blocked … never took well to bossy spats. regardless of age hierarchy .. plus .. this is →
@devotebind
⠀⠀ toji stops in front of the park bench, his massive frame completely blocking out the afternoon sun. he looks down at the dark haired little girl sitting there. “ move. ”⠀
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