[ ichiro's thoughts are what alert him that someone is there, but kon doesn't stop right away. just throws a few more glasses, a vase he's sure that iris won't blame him for later when she's out of viola, like the shattering will satisfy something in him.
(there's some off and on thoughts of sakyou's quiet but present fury, the gentle hand, the mild exhaustion with all of their shenanigans; manwol's mischievous smile, the coolness of her arms around him, the vulnerability she shared the last time that he saw her, just yesterday.)
it doesn't. it's obvious this has left him dissatisfied, breathing a little raggedly against a crushing weight bearing down on him. that, more than anything else, causes him to sink, then drop right on his ass, bringing both hands up to dig the heels of his palms against his eyes before he scrubs his fingers into his hair. ]
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(there's some off and on thoughts of sakyou's quiet but present fury, the gentle hand, the mild exhaustion with all of their shenanigans; manwol's mischievous smile, the coolness of her arms around him, the vulnerability she shared the last time that he saw her, just yesterday.)
it doesn't. it's obvious this has left him dissatisfied, breathing a little raggedly against a crushing weight bearing down on him. that, more than anything else, causes him to sink, then drop right on his ass, bringing both hands up to dig the heels of his palms against his eyes before he scrubs his fingers into his hair. ]