Wah- hey! [Ishigaki stutters out sounds that match the way his face contorts- wincing. His eyebrows furrow, irritated, but as Midousuji continues, his features slowly soften in tune to the weight of his words, and he gets it. So, Ishigaki was right, in a way. This world was Midousuji's personal nightmare, and he feels in the wrong that he realized it so soon- Midousuji's erratic defense making it obviously so.]
I- I see you've thought about this a lot. [Ishigaki gifts Midousuji an awkward smile he didn't need, and raises his hands, as if to admit he's given up. That he's lost whatever arguement Midousuji wanted to start. Even if Ishigaki never received his point, the dark eyes he was forced to look into was enough to convince him to back off...] My bad, Midousuji.
[Ishigaki doesn't take Midousuji's insults to heart. Though they sting much like the fingers digging deeper in his cheeks, he's aware of, to some extent, how... damaged, Midousuji's point of view of the world is.
Connecting with others- bonding- is it really as dangerous as he says? Or was that Midousuji's warped perception of it...? His last comment echoes in his head as he questions that.
Only knows how to be alone...
Midousuji isn't trustful- far from it, but unknowingly Ishigaki feels that there's a truth in what he's preaching.
Still, he tries to throw out some defense, as to not look like a complete idiot.]
Well, if my life depends on things like bonding... is it that strange that I'd want to connect? It's not like I have a choice.
[Ishigaki waits for Midousuji to loosen his grip, but when nothing comes of it, his shoulders slump, defeated.] I guess you're right. I'm not sure what's going on... This feels like moving to Tokyo all over again.
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I- I see you've thought about this a lot. [Ishigaki gifts Midousuji an awkward smile he didn't need, and raises his hands, as if to admit he's given up. That he's lost whatever arguement Midousuji wanted to start. Even if Ishigaki never received his point, the dark eyes he was forced to look into was enough to convince him to back off...] My bad, Midousuji.
[Ishigaki doesn't take Midousuji's insults to heart. Though they sting much like the fingers digging deeper in his cheeks, he's aware of, to some extent, how... damaged, Midousuji's point of view of the world is.
Connecting with others- bonding- is it really as dangerous as he says? Or was that Midousuji's warped perception of it...? His last comment echoes in his head as he questions that.
Only knows how to be alone...
Midousuji isn't trustful- far from it, but unknowingly Ishigaki feels that there's a truth in what he's preaching.
Still, he tries to throw out some defense, as to not look like a complete idiot.]
Well, if my life depends on things like bonding... is it that strange that I'd want to connect? It's not like I have a choice.
[Ishigaki waits for Midousuji to loosen his grip, but when nothing comes of it, his shoulders slump, defeated.] I guess you're right. I'm not sure what's going on... This feels like moving to Tokyo all over again.