“Do you always get close?” // Cody @inheritantroyalty
there's a silence that follows after the question. it takes ibushi some time to gather the words together and get them to make sense to him. and somehow they still don't. it makes his lips pursed together and for his brows first pushing together making his brow crease before they are raising like he is surprised. his lips part after that.
“i can't tell if you mean emotionally, or physically. or both.” ibushi mutters after. he blames his latency in response time for his brain simply plopping the words to his own language. not because whenever cody glances at him with those pirecing eyes of his that he gets this odd feeling he cant describe. its just different. different from people he's spoken with, stood across the ring with, everything.
he grabs his drink, fiddling with the glass. he scrapes some of the condensation that gathered on his beer. he doesn't know why he did sit so close to cody out of the rest of them. everyone else is talking their ears off, gathering more beers and he feels so out of place. everyone says he's out of place here with them. especially after the many, many attempts of well, he might as well count a chair to be his most feared opponent now.
“you tend to always get too close to me either way.”
