He’d been relatively quiet for a while; not much of a surprise since Yuki wasn’t here and neither of them (Kyo) was picking a fight. But there still was this rising restlessness about him, his leg bouncing under the table in thought, finger tapping tot he same anxious rhythm, and he could feel Shigur’s prying eyes on him from behind that stupid magazine.
It would be so much easier if he could be out with it, if Shigure said something first, but sometimes it didn’t happen, which only frustrated him more. If he wanted answers, he’d have to ask the questions it seemed. He hated being the first to ask, but he had no choice.
God, he just knows if he said something Shigure was going to tease him or something. He’d probably be better off doing whatever like he was used to but, he really wanted Shigure’s advice.
“S-so... Y’know how... y’know how Tohru and that stupid Yuki go out gardening together and shit? D’ya know what else..she might like? Y’know... for purposes.. Not for me..”