A body that moved on it’s own. The voice like an unbreakable, dangerous beacon. The tone was not one he normally heard. He followed, his old wounds beginning to sting again. Addressed by the president, told to follow. This had bad news written all over it. ❛ Welcome back, President.❜
He didn’t dare speak more.
he's shaking. Nervous and dangling from the ledge, he tip-toed around his words and kept his sentences short and restrained-- like a feline stepping around a scorching tin roof he danced around his words out of fear of Kirigiri would find one of them distasteful.
In all honesty, his presence was enough.
❛ Your leg. How is it? ❜
