[ He nods his head once, severely, as he listens to the other speak, as if he's the audience at a poetry recital and taking in each line, each syllable and committing them to memory. He should know how to, he listens to Natsu-sama often enough.
But Natsu-sama writes about umbrellas in the rain and tall shoes at the end of slender women's legs. This holds less of a sting, although one shouldn't think so from the subject matter. ]
You speak wisely for someone your age. [ Raising his chin, Isamu purses his lips. ] Until I can tell her that, perhaps the two of us should be miserable together for a little while.
[ Walking over to a nearby log of wood, Isamu sits down, gesturing to the spot next to him. ]
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[ He nods his head once, severely, as he listens to the other speak, as if he's the audience at a poetry recital and taking in each line, each syllable and committing them to memory. He should know how to, he listens to Natsu-sama often enough.
But Natsu-sama writes about umbrellas in the rain and tall shoes at the end of slender women's legs. This holds less of a sting, although one shouldn't think so from the subject matter. ]
You speak wisely for someone your age. [ Raising his chin, Isamu purses his lips. ] Until I can tell her that, perhaps the two of us should be miserable together for a little while.
[ Walking over to a nearby log of wood, Isamu sits down, gesturing to the spot next to him. ]