[ Rio shifts into a sitting position, and then tucks his legs under him, placing his hands on his knees. ]
If I was worried about that, I'd go to them directly.
[ That's a little more direct, and it's true enough. He observes and report, but it's rare for him to do much more than that. He tends to be more considerate of his partner, and he might act if things are in front of him, but otherwise he offers information and nothing more. This, too, is weighing in simply for the sake of creating a complete picture. Komaeda is a shade of red, Rio is a shade of blue, and so they can work together to create a murky purple.
It's the same reason he can suspect his partner has something on his mind. He watches and records and analyzes in an impassioned manner. Perfect memory, and an analytical skill that only gets better the more he sees of someone. He pushes the hood of his jacket back, letting it flop against his back. His hands slide down to the floor as he walks them forward a bit, just enough for him to place one on either side of Komaeda as he stares down at him. That gaze can't quite be called lifeless anymore, but it's not full either; it's blank even now, with just faint hints of emotion to it.
In the end, not much changed at all, and even this is only a natural progression of him learning to mimic the behaviors of those around him and slowly shedding the anxiety of being pushed away. ]
me realizing like 20 tags in this is just after he gets his pos emotes thank god he's so the same
If I was worried about that, I'd go to them directly.
[ That's a little more direct, and it's true enough. He observes and report, but it's rare for him to do much more than that. He tends to be more considerate of his partner, and he might act if things are in front of him, but otherwise he offers information and nothing more. This, too, is weighing in simply for the sake of creating a complete picture. Komaeda is a shade of red, Rio is a shade of blue, and so they can work together to create a murky purple.
It's the same reason he can suspect his partner has something on his mind. He watches and records and analyzes in an impassioned manner. Perfect memory, and an analytical skill that only gets better the more he sees of someone. He pushes the hood of his jacket back, letting it flop against his back. His hands slide down to the floor as he walks them forward a bit, just enough for him to place one on either side of Komaeda as he stares down at him. That gaze can't quite be called lifeless anymore, but it's not full either; it's blank even now, with just faint hints of emotion to it.
In the end, not much changed at all, and even this is only a natural progression of him learning to mimic the behaviors of those around him and slowly shedding the anxiety of being pushed away. ]
About what?