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you think so? that’s sweet of y― ..
( taking a pause, brows furrowing behind the blindfold as he looked towards suguru. he seemed a bit .. sick all of a sudden? )
uh. you feelin’ alright, suguru?
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(He has to check the bubble that threatens to swell inside his chest upon hearing that)
Thank you
Your hair looks nice too, held up like that..
(Oh dear. He feels sick. He feels so very sick, like he's going to vomit.)
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( of course, doing the same ― though his gaze was shielded by his blindfold. suguru looked well. healthier, even. )
mm, somethin’ like that. got bored of ’em.
( a chuckle. )
n’ you grew your hair out. looks good on you.
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(dark eyes rove over his face, his form, his hair, hungry for information, anything he can know about him, to fill the gaps)
yeah.
(suguru smiles a little)
you don't wear your john lennon style glasses anymore? grew out of them?
(an easy tone and smirk)
(a little chuckle at the sight, genuine joy on his face. if there is a tightness in his chest, he ignores it completely, wills it away)
(he'd wanted to see him. after all this time..)