[ ichiro - laughs, a little. it's sort of humorless, surprised out of him, but he lets this happen, just dropping down and letting beau pull him in, good arm moving to hook around her. ] Sorry. [ quietly. ] Habit.
... the last time I saw Manwol-san, I thought she was part of Chuuoku. [ a flash of static memory, there - the women who run the party of words, the dictatorship that runs his home. ichiro's brow furrows, angrier, angrier, and he shakes his head. ] ...least I can remember them both, now.
[ ichiro only has the one hand, at the moment, so he just kind of leans in to kon to complete this sad depressed angry circle - as he tries to follow the trail of beau's thoughts. breathe in, breathe out. ]
[ no resistance comes, when beau brings ichiro over to join him, and he instead just leans into them with a miserable noise in his throat. his eyes are wet, but it's obviously just as much frustration as it is grief. he's so angry, his temper grinding gears together in his head so that there's just a stream of squiggles and scribbles and grating thoughts for a moment.
but though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light, squeezes its way out, kon's voice more thoughtful and reflective. an older memory of this place. it feels like forever ago. ]
She'll make you pay her back for it. [ breathe in, breathe out, he echoes in actions more than thought. it still shudders and hisses a little through his teeth, but steadies, slowly, surely. ] And Sakyou won't let any of us live it down if we don't figure things out.
[she's quiet, in the way she gets when she's concentrating. breathe in, breathe out.
there's anger in her, but she can't let it out, right now. she won't. instead, she rolls her shoulders a little, and redirects. she tucks them both close, and exhales slow.]
I'll do whatever I can to help figure it out. [...] Glasses didn't work last night. So I don't have that. But I have my ki.
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... the last time I saw Manwol-san, I thought she was part of Chuuoku. [ a flash of static memory, there - the women who run the party of words, the dictatorship that runs his home. ichiro's brow furrows, angrier, angrier, and he shakes his head. ] ...least I can remember them both, now.
[ ichiro only has the one hand, at the moment, so he just kind of leans in to kon to complete this sad depressed angry circle - as he tries to follow the trail of beau's thoughts. breathe in, breathe out. ]
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but though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light, squeezes its way out, kon's voice more thoughtful and reflective. an older memory of this place. it feels like forever ago. ]
She'll make you pay her back for it. [ breathe in, breathe out, he echoes in actions more than thought. it still shudders and hisses a little through his teeth, but steadies, slowly, surely. ] And Sakyou won't let any of us live it down if we don't figure things out.
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there's anger in her, but she can't let it out, right now. she won't. instead, she rolls her shoulders a little, and redirects. she tucks them both close, and exhales slow.]
I'll do whatever I can to help figure it out. [...] Glasses didn't work last night. So I don't have that. But I have my ki.