continued from ask. @mabufudyn-e.
goemon is shocked. even if his face doesn’t read it well, there’s a swelling of irritation and violent urges at the statement. he never thought highly of him. he may have been yusuke kitagawa’s persona, but goemon had his own independent thoughts and he never took kindly to the way haru had been treated. he’s thinking. does okumura even know who he is speaking to ?? he’s going to hold back for a moment and allow the man to humor him if only for a moment. he could have a change of heart a hundred times over, and grovel at the feet of those he done wrong and yet goemon would never see him any different.
“ do you care to elaborate on that ?? “
¥ ∫∫ upon hearing someone speak to him, kunikazu straightens a bit, turning tired eyes towards a young man staring at him quite intently with eyes the color of uncut rubies. combined with violet hair, it makes for a supernatural and jarring experience. his own brown eyes widen a bit, the grip on his coffee cup tightening a hair.
“my apologies,” he says after a moment. “i didn’t realize i was loud enough for you to overhear. but, if you must know, i asked for six shots of espresso in this and they only gave me two. i can taste the difference. that’s all.”
