shoichin:
“What are you up to now?”
There was an unconcealed suspicion underlying his tone of voice, a skeptical look blooming across bespectacled face despite his own curiosity. That is what had done him in when it came to Byakuran, the INTEREST he has for him and the world he saw, the future Shoichi Irie felt the same way and the current one did the same. He could never HATE Byakuran regardless of the austerities he was capable of doing—– He only feared losing a friend again. ( and again and again… ) So regardless of his memories,the ones that kept him up at night, the type that haunted him, he could never cut away from the faux angel.
( Shoichi Irie hoped for the best. )
His frown softens, head tilted side wards—- watching Byakuran’s face for a moment, green hues meeting lilacs and he feels a satisfaction in his heart knowing that they get to have do-overs, that he was allowed to have his company again without the forbidding sense of dread eating away the sentimental friendship he had for him.
“Nothing BAD I hope.”
And he could almost smile but refrains, instead lifting a paper bag in front of him——from a pastry shop. Shoichi never did like sweets, strange that he’d buy some for himself.
“Want some?”
|✿| A pale gaze had been idling skyward - almost melancholy, hinting at a disturbed serenity, only for the tentative sound of a dear (traitor) friend’s voice to cut through far too many strings of thought. His expression shifted, immediately - a harmonious excitement replacing all else, looking down at what had been the only other voice in a psyche overrun by a perfectionist’s despair.
“Ar-e? Hora, if I wasn’t up to something, I’d be unconscious, and you might not get stomach aches anymore, ne~?”
A tidbit of knowledge, something finite to convince himself he was still talking to one he had spoken to many times before, that throughout each and every universe he had manged to touch, in the future, and even now - ... that there was always a constant. That he so wanted to trust a single soul, and would gladly receive a knife in the back once again, if it meant he could continue to share this flawed world with the one before him. Was that nativity, denial or wisdom, then?
“It’s never anything bad, for me.”
It was an innocent enough statement, saturated in mirth, as a curious lilt of the head brought the sweets to the ivory-maned mafioso’s attention, and a sudden display of a childlike grin brought him down close to inspect the parcel. Without much hesitation or decorum, a slender set of fingers shot out to wrap like a vice around his peer’s wrist, a gentle tug and an indication back towards a cafe with outdoor seating.
“Shou-chan! Did you get them for me? Ne, did you? We can share them over there, they won’t mind! ora - but, it’ll be more comfortable to talk sitting down, right?” |❀|












