[Ishigaki is left staring unfocused at the ground, before he hears the familiar clicks of bicycle wheels, and purple shoes accompanying the sight of them. His eyes snake up an acquainted spidery figure, until they're met with sly and lightless ones.]
Midou... suji...?
[Out of all the people to see him so desperate... for friendship, no less.
But Ishigaki is quick to get over his own embarrassment, and he shoots up from the bench, with a smile much too wide- much to eager. Everything from Midousuji's features to the warming sound of his accent, despite how unwelcoming his presence typically is, fills him with a familiarity that's much needed.
How had it only been a week...?
When Ishigaki speaks, his tone is just as desperate as he looks.]
Midousuji! How- how long have you been here? In Aefenglom I mean!
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Midou... suji...?
[Out of all the people to see him so desperate... for friendship, no less.
But Ishigaki is quick to get over his own embarrassment, and he shoots up from the bench, with a smile much too wide- much to eager. Everything from Midousuji's features to the warming sound of his accent, despite how unwelcoming his presence typically is, fills him with a familiarity that's much needed.
How had it only been a week...?
When Ishigaki speaks, his tone is just as desperate as he looks.]
Midousuji! How- how long have you been here? In Aefenglom I mean!