"Do you want to talk about it?" [[ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]]
That voice.
The teenager could have sworn all he did was click his tongue, practically no one within his vicinity—but much to his dismay, that was proven wrong. Now, it all seemed to be a terrible idea to sneak out of the office to escape the never ending papers, and watch the park in the branches of a tree. Even if there were to be people below him, it couldn’t be possible to hear the nearly inaudible sounds that were his irritation.
This guy—as always, more than he seemed and put on.
Not taking a glance down, Saruhiko simply leapt down without trouble, landing a terse distance from the older male. Icy hues made contact with significantly warmer ones—the type he could never get used to. How unsurprising it was for him to be alone—though, whether he had decided to wander off from everyone else or if this was purely coincidental, it didn’t matter. Just being in the presence of someone so carefree and completely adverse of his personality and the likes, it never felt right.
"—Tch… How annoying, as always.” Anemic tiers pressed into a thin line, his voice held hints of a cold edge, but hostility was tenuous. His hands were hidden away in his pockets and his focus hadn’t waver, almost seeming as if he were examining the pacifist. How he held gentle features and his smile all the time, no matter what went on—repulsive, honestly.
"There’s nothing to talk about." Stated with utmost certainty, a bated inhale had been taken before the swordsman resumed. "And perhaps there was, you wouldn’t be the one to hear it." A turn of his heel, the bluet walked a few steps before pausing, a peek over his shoulder to articulate a fragment of words.
"—It’s none of your concern, to begin with."
