[ That note is becoming one of his favorites, but it's also possible it always was. That smile is as well, in all its bends and curves—absentmindedly he hums a beat or two, familiar to the only one who can hear all its colors. Ahh, he shouldn't get distracted, though his lips have already relaxed to a less plastic smile when he returns the expression in kind.
The other words don't hold much purchase, but they are satisfactory enough. Hikage doesn't want to hear it, at least right now. What he wanted what seems like hours ago was to assert himself, no themselves, because how else was he supposed to read "whatever this is" but as a challenge? It's perhaps faulty logic, but it's still logic nonetheless. He lets that incomplete sentence drop on the table, looking and listening in case it's dared picked up again.
And so it takes him a second to redirect when the question floats in, like a dandelion carried by the wind. Flowers are something he'll always be partial to, even now. There's no need for competition in an environment like this one, and the red begins to ebb to a more fitting violet. He doesn't want to burn flowers, nor does he want them to sag under the weight of honeyed dew. ]
...we've come all this way here. But I wouldn't mind taking a bit of a break. [ Leaving just yet is premature, but they can do something much simpler and less dangerous than converse over tea. ]
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The other words don't hold much purchase, but they are satisfactory enough. Hikage doesn't want to hear it, at least right now. What he wanted what seems like hours ago was to assert himself, no themselves, because how else was he supposed to read "whatever this is" but as a challenge? It's perhaps faulty logic, but it's still logic nonetheless. He lets that incomplete sentence drop on the table, looking and listening in case it's dared picked up again.
And so it takes him a second to redirect when the question floats in, like a dandelion carried by the wind. Flowers are something he'll always be partial to, even now. There's no need for competition in an environment like this one, and the red begins to ebb to a more fitting violet. He doesn't want to burn flowers, nor does he want them to sag under the weight of honeyed dew. ]
...we've come all this way here. But I wouldn't mind taking a bit of a break. [ Leaving just yet is premature, but they can do something much simpler and less dangerous than converse over tea. ]