HIS ECHO IS TINGED WITH A VAGUE DISBELIEF AND THE LANGUID, listless distance that would be inherently tethered to the form of one once sojourning in fleeting repose.
Having been only been roused by the shrill cadence of a certain goddess of poverty just moments before, the lull of uneasy slumber ( trailing behind his frame like the perverse albatross ) finds shadows casting plainly below crystalline hues, and a GIRL – a savior – here, uninvited, past a threshold and by his side. He dared not question the reasoning, yet, lest benign exteriors fall away to true intent – or worse, the SERENITY of the moment prove itself fabricated in daylight reverie.
Pausing in the unconscious motion of collecting his tracksuit jacket from it’s place of discard on the matted ground, azure optics would flicker inquisitively ( if not faintly apprehensively ) to the teenager – entreating her to bestow upon him the TRUTH that seemingly lurked just beyond a proposal’s amiable exterior ( whose inarguable existence, the deity had already convinced himself of ).
‘ don’t tell me you don’t like it anymore. ’
merciless eyes stare her down; it’s enough to make any young lady shift her own ( let alone one whose intentions are, of course, m o r e than a nice afternoon spent turning circles and regretting the food previously digested ). while he conducts himself, she’s left to her own thoughts, as he isn’t keen on sharing his ( another conspicuous sign, if you’re ever around the talkative god enough like she is ).
the silence becomes too much after awhile, prompting her to take a pad from her pocket and look over the list carefully. ‘ oh, i should make sandwiches while i’m here. the food there can get expensive, ’ she says, half-expecting him to cast her mumbling aside. even so, ‘ yato-kun, do you like tuna sandwiches? ’
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