Feb 19, 2016
@withoutglory
“ I didn’t want you to help, but you did anyway. “
Disgruntled, Natsuno’s quietly patting away at the dirt gathered on his clothes -- looking at the crinkles and small, nearly invisible tears that presented themselves into light. However, he stops to stare at one particularly large hole in silence, eyes blinking a few times as his brows raise with slight curiosity. When Natsuno does react, it’s only with the slight narrowing of his eyes -- the huff of impatient breath. Contrasting with his displeasure, he speaks with the same dull tone.
“ You pulled on my arm too hard -- now my shirt’s ruined. “