Maybe he could feel disappointed. Maybe a bit glad; otherwise Shizuo hadn’t a true response to what she was saying. Tsukimi wasn’t being rude, and he feels a bit embarrassed. A hand comes to his head, scratches and then–
“I don’t…try to be scary.” He mumbles this out, angles his head downwards in sheepish motion. “I don’t think, I should apologize for it, but if you stick along enough I’m sure you would see it.”
“You don’t seem like the kind of person who tries to be scary,” she said, taking a drag of her cigarette. “But people are afraid of things they don’t understand.”
Tsukimi recalled when she was in high school- how she’d only gotten good grades because of her families reputation. Because people feared her, even though there was nothing to be frightened of.











