refurbished all the Gojo estate, what was one night sitting at it's main courtyard gates and giving out candy to children who were brave enough to come close enough?
"... I appreciate the thought though. Seriously. I appreciate more than you probably realize, haha..."
"You can arrange a party full of people who wouldn't use it as an opportunity to try and k¡ll me?"
Dark, mean, cheeky, but a bite of chocolate is taken from that bar, humming soft with a tiny smile.
"It's fine. Don't feel guilty, you didn't do it to me, and the people who did +
Why was he suggesting this? Why would he want to be in a party with Gojo Satoru, of all people?
A part of him just ...
❝ I feel guilty - somehow, even though I've had no part in your upbringing. Perhaps I just ... can't believe you've had to deal with that. All of that. ❞
don't walk this earth anymore. But! If you want to stop by... you know, by yourself, I wouldn't be against it. All this made me think about trying the other side, even if I've never done the first. The whole, give out candy than get it."
It could be done, with him having +
Seems he can pick up on the unease? The shift, the caution. Satoru doesn't blame the blond at all, not in the slightest; even if it jerks his frame to a halt.
Bare hands show themselves, as if showing there's no weapon would reassure.
"...I'm not here to fight if you're not +
❝ i do feel the same way. it has been decades that we saw each other . ❞
he doesn't move, watching every step of the other who slowly approached him .
❝ it's good to see you again . . even after all that happened . ❞
his own hands with Satoru sat at the top. Freedom won.
Who could tell him what to do if there was no one there?
"Want to get lunch though? Or something? My treat."
"Not really any more to argue in mine..." A grin, too sharp, too mean, with bite and power as bright as the blue of his own eyes.
Though it dim as gently as it sparked up, back to that more friendly nature; kinder.
There had long since been his own clan snuffed out, broken by +
⠀
alone? don't tell me you're tired of those geezers arguing about the future of the clan. 〞
he chuckled, so delicately that he still covered his lips with the back of his hand.
⠀
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦."
He's just as quick to slump back, fingers moving working on getting that chocolate open, relaxed.
"... it's whatever now. I get I'm too old for it, and that I missed a lot of stuff normal people do. But... I'm not exactly normal... am I?"
A blink, not even flinching as that candy bar comes at him, as it hits infinity and lingers there as if caught in the spatial void of endlessness.
Only to topple seconds later harmlessly into his lap; fingers plucking up the bare with a smile.
"Yeah well..." A little wave of +
one hand, before straighten up, all prim and proper before pitching his voice into that of a haughty tone, "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳 +