I meet his eyes for as long as I can, then waver, not turning away, simply dropping my gaze and letting my hair fall over my face. My favorite way of hiding. Or disengaging.
"That is a lovely understatement, Kurorin." I sigh, and cross my arms tightly over my chest. My tone is gentle, despite my posture, and I am not trying to snipe at him with my words.
He's easing into this idea. I've had years.
"You can't tell anyone you know. Especially not Emi." I shake my head, and look back at him, my eyes imploring. "Please. He deserves this delusion."
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Date: 2012-11-19 05:40 am (UTC)"That is a lovely understatement, Kurorin." I sigh, and cross my arms tightly over my chest. My tone is gentle, despite my posture, and I am not trying to snipe at him with my words.
He's easing into this idea. I've had years.
"You can't tell anyone you know. Especially not Emi." I shake my head, and look back at him, my eyes imploring. "Please. He deserves this delusion."