For a child, he appeared hollow. Almost doll like– With his shorts pressed, his bowtie straight, and not a single hair out of place, he was too perfect. Standing slightly behind Aloysius, the youngest Togami’s expression remained rather blank; if not a bit nervous. He didn’t like meeting new people and this one was so loud… But for a reason that he didn’t understand his mother had instructed that it be done. Thus, he would once again be made out to be his family’s puppet. Despite being no more than six, it was blatantly obvious that he had been denied nearly every form of fun that a child could possibly have. But when one was a Togami, one would never be able to truly have a childhood.
Inching back just a little so that he could further hide behind his butler, Byakuya’s gaze shifted off to the side. He felt much safer with Aloysius in between them. Eventually, however, his focus would turn back towards Ishimaru and upon finding the courage to speak up, he finally addressed the other; his soft voice taking on a rather flat tone.