@hymneru : “ everyone runs the risk of being swallowed up. ” while staring directly at mana. pleasantly. [ 𝚆𝙰𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚇𝙴𝚂 ] .
mana can’t deny the way that sometimes, when the other idol says things like this, in that way — that it unnerves them. in a manner very distinct with that picture perfect smile that manages to take on another feeling entirely and evoke a similar reaction, tugged on without mercy like a fist wrapped up in twine. and sometimes, when pinked hues glance around them, nobody else seems to notice. the way himeru can wear an expression thirty different ways when they converse. but he also isn’t the first to be this way and insinuate in all the ways in which mana should mind their business; keep their space. and he will be far from the last — stuck with the shoulder heavy burden of the simple fact he caught himself on the edges of mana’s interest and unease in such a unique way. they’re no stranger to hiding things, it seems — and isn’t there some kind of poetic, fancied phrase out there, that talks about how similar things can sense the factors they have in common with the other ? she’ll find out what he’s hiding, eventually. but until then,
“ and will you, himeru ? ”
perhaps mana has been a little too nosy these past couple of weeks. though to be fair to each of them, he picks up on them in ways they’re not used too; subtle pushes and shoves in an attempt to guide him right to where they want him as they do with everyone else. while each time right before the cage should close he slips right through it like water, and almost ensnares the trapper with their own trap. and it’s fun, in a way. thrilling.
finger tips rest atop slowly curving tiers in a motion aimed to read thought to the outward room, and to mask just enough the way they move through each and every word so only he may see. there’s not much fight to put up this time, just a toying and a reminder: they’ll make sure it applies to him, too. “ disappear — ” tips chin upwards, to gaze at him across their chosen seats ‘neath a forest of lashes and slowly rebait the trap right before their very eyes. tongue peaks out and barely runs the scape of lopsided bottom lip and kisses teeth, waits to see if he takes it. “ find yourself devoured by something hungry ? ”
more bodies begin to mill about the room now, and that’s the cue to bring each of them to standing, bringing to reality the shortness of this moment. mana strides to where his jacket is set and dips nails into it to bring it for him. one more glance around the area, and mana see’s more and more of his unit mates pile through and none of her band members ( rightfully so, as they’re scheduled to discuss something else in one of the Square’s meeting rooms of their temporary contract in partnership with another unit. but none of them needed to know that little detail, now did they ? ). mana’s grip feels the weight of himeru’s as he accepts the jacket and they start to plan their stride to leave in lieu with the small, sparse wave of previous bodies who meander about in the background. “ or do you have the desire to swallow me into nothing ? be honest with me . ”
