◸ ❤ ◹ – It’s not that he was questioning Kid’s Lord Death’s judgement. No, he had total faith in him.
And it wasn’t that he doubted his (wonderful, amazing, talented) daughter’s abilities to bring someone back from the brink of madness. She could do anything, after all, and he’d seen her do it before.
No, what was bothering him was just the question of why he had been stuck with watching the Kishin, or rather, the ex-Kishin, while everyone else was busy probably throwing a celebration party.
Surely someone else would have been better. Marie had her healing wavelength (and her massive strength). He didn’t really like the idea of Maka watching them, but she’d been able to pull them from madness before, so she was probably more capable. Death, even Black*Star would have been better.
No, scratch that, Black*Star definitely wouldn’t have been a better choice.
Maybe he should just admit that he really doesn’t want to be here, sitting in incredibly awkward silence, drinking vending machine coffee and watching Asura twist one of their scarves into knots.
The tension was painfully palpable.
Spirit sighs, and knocks back the rest of the bitter coffee before trying (and failing) to throw it into the recycling can. He mumbles a swear under his breath as the can very noisily bounces off the edge of the bin and onto the floor.
He looks back at Asura as the silence slowly settles over them again, like a very thick and uncomfortable blanket. He doesn’t think he can take it anymore. He’s never been good with being quiet. He clears his throat a little bit and sits up straighter.
“So. You get a phone yet?”
That’s not a very good icebreaker, Spirit.