[Midousuji arrives shortly after Ishigaki, rattling on his antiquated bicycle down the cobblestone; he’s become more used to riding this shitty heavy frame on Aefenglom’s shitty chunky roads, though once he perfects teleportation and levitation, he might forego it completely.
he slows down as he spots Ishigaki, and lifts his head, teeth parted beneath his mask, his gaze vacant but focused on Ishigaki’s profile as he wheels closer. then, slowly, Midousuji comes to a stop in front of Ishigaki, tilting sideways by one hip to scuff the bottom of his shoe against the stone path.
what he feels is. unusual. indescribable. nostalgia, maybe, Midousuji thinks. he hadn’t ever expected to meet someone he knew in this place, though he’s seen it happen with others; he’d never even humored the possibility, leaving himself uncharacteristically unprepared.
he tilts his head, narrowing his eyes as he looks down at Ishigaki, his voice rolling out in an airy, slow cadence, drawn out and condescending.]
Iiiiickygaki-kun…
Really, really, really…
[Midousuji pulls down his mask, and his expression becomes cruel—but in part, genuinely delighted.]
How gross. I thought you were a bit more dignified than to be so shameless.
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he slows down as he spots Ishigaki, and lifts his head, teeth parted beneath his mask, his gaze vacant but focused on Ishigaki’s profile as he wheels closer. then, slowly, Midousuji comes to a stop in front of Ishigaki, tilting sideways by one hip to scuff the bottom of his shoe against the stone path.
what he feels is. unusual. indescribable. nostalgia, maybe, Midousuji thinks. he hadn’t ever expected to meet someone he knew in this place, though he’s seen it happen with others; he’d never even humored the possibility, leaving himself uncharacteristically unprepared.
he tilts his head, narrowing his eyes as he looks down at Ishigaki, his voice rolling out in an airy, slow cadence, drawn out and condescending.]
Iiiiickygaki-kun…
Really, really, really…
[Midousuji pulls down his mask, and his expression becomes cruel—but in part, genuinely delighted.]
How gross. I thought you were a bit more dignified than to be so shameless.