( every step back brings komaeda a step closer, excited for what's to come until he stops, and the smile on his face dies as well as the swirls in his eyes. he places a hand on his hip, his gaze falling towards the ground now that he can finally hear the people around them, and he almost want them to block out dito's voice. maybe if they had did that, he wouldn't have heard that disappointing piece of knowledge.
a spear? he has a spear? but where he doesn't have it with him? isn't this what they call an excuse? is this some sort of trick? is he really letting komaeda of all people down? he needs a spear to do anything to him... talk about keeping his hope at arm's length. this is what makes him stop in place, thinking everything over as his prosthetic raises to his head, rubbing through mess locks of hair from frustration.
how... sad... )
Sigh...
( yeah, he did. )
You talk so big, but give very little... ( he was looking forward to what the other would be able to give ishimaru, he really was. ) I guess you really do account for your size.
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a spear? he has a spear? but where he doesn't have it with him? isn't this what they call an excuse? is this some sort of trick? is he really letting komaeda of all people down? he needs a spear to do anything to him... talk about keeping his hope at arm's length. this is what makes him stop in place, thinking everything over as his prosthetic raises to his head, rubbing through mess locks of hair from frustration.
how... sad... )
Sigh...
( yeah, he did. )
You talk so big, but give very little... ( he was looking forward to what the other would be able to give ishimaru, he really was. ) I guess you really do account for your size.