Byâ [but he stops his question before it's barely begun, caught off guard by the spirited little fire looking out at him from Miyuki's gaze. His own dampened eyes turning to surprised-nervous-hopeful moons in response. For a little more, he's left staring with a kind timid buoyancy at the older boy on the floor. An unfledged optimism born out of relief that perhaps he won't be ill, picking up scraps of that amiability, intentionally or unintentionally scattered. He sits tight in himself, however, still wary of the lack of sick, even warier of the lack of worsened violence. Casual, gentle, friendliness is brand new, and frightening for it.
His gaze is delayed in following Miyuki's gesturing, and he blinks at the closest from the bed, gradually catching up with himself and Miyuki both.] O-okay. [Bit firmer,] okay. [He crawls to the edge of the bed, takes a moment or so to press wrists to his eyes, finally releases a restrained breath, fixes himself as best he's able. On the way to the closest, he hesitates for a quick second to look back at Miyuki, like he's trying to piece together a mysterious puzzle, and then he's gone, disappearing inside. The door left open reveals a mirror.
Inside the closet is lined with clothes, costumes, accessories hanging from either side, and from brief examination, it appears one side is supplied with things in his own size and the other, considering the clothes are lengthier or bigger, must be for Miyuki. An additional creepiness, to be sure. Less than a moment later, articles start sailing out of the closetârejects, though he does dump some on the floor, too. This is simply habitual by now.]
Do you think we could be in Hell? [he calls, chattily from the closet. It would make everything a good deal less shocking, he thinks to himself. But if he's in Hell, then Claude brokeâ Something catches his eye at exactly the most opportune time. Either he speaks up again before Miyuki has time to answer, or he's interrupting him:] What! Whatâ [he stumbles back into the room with half-hearted, but no less genuine laughter.]
You have to see, I can't believe my eyes, I've never seenâ[here, he holds up... a vest with iridescent sequins,] look! Can you believe it? It's like something off a mermaid. [What!] You don't think it is, do you! I'll be inconsolable if they're slaughtering mermaids!
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His gaze is delayed in following Miyuki's gesturing, and he blinks at the closest from the bed, gradually catching up with himself and Miyuki both.] O-okay. [Bit firmer,] okay. [He crawls to the edge of the bed, takes a moment or so to press wrists to his eyes, finally releases a restrained breath, fixes himself as best he's able. On the way to the closest, he hesitates for a quick second to look back at Miyuki, like he's trying to piece together a mysterious puzzle, and then he's gone, disappearing inside. The door left open reveals a mirror.
Inside the closet is lined with clothes, costumes, accessories hanging from either side, and from brief examination, it appears one side is supplied with things in his own size and the other, considering the clothes are lengthier or bigger, must be for Miyuki. An additional creepiness, to be sure. Less than a moment later, articles start sailing out of the closetârejects, though he does dump some on the floor, too. This is simply habitual by now.]
Do you think we could be in Hell? [he calls, chattily from the closet. It would make everything a good deal less shocking, he thinks to himself. But if he's in Hell, then Claude brokeâ Something catches his eye at exactly the most opportune time. Either he speaks up again before Miyuki has time to answer, or he's interrupting him:] What! Whatâ [he stumbles back into the room with half-hearted, but no less genuine laughter.]
You have to see, I can't believe my eyes, I've never seenâ[here, he holds up... a vest with iridescent sequins,] look! Can you believe it? It's like something off a mermaid. [What!] You don't think it is, do you! I'll be inconsolable if they're slaughtering mermaids!