[Nansen's eyes narrow again, and his own lips purse in a markedly less pathetic manner than Rokurou's- the deigning of a cat to pay something any mind. He's already sort of got brothers, technically... But none of them are at the citadel, and they're definitely not here, or he'd be getting bullied left and right. Sigh.]
[Whatever; this guy has a weird vibe to him, and that half of his face almost reminds him of an HRA sword, but he doesn't seem to be an enemy. He'll just have to be on his guard.]
...It's gotta be, but if someone ends up melting them down... [Nansen groans and falls to a squat at Rokurou's sandaled feet.] --Nononono, don't think like that!! [He grips his fingers into his hair and shakes his head; the little curls at the sides make a mock sort of folded-over "ear" that flips and flops around his fingers.] Nyaaaa, someone around here's more likely to pick it up and try to use it, right?? So, I just have to follow that feeling....
[Internal crisis managed in a matter of rollercoastering moments, the blond leaps back to his feet in front of Rokurou, a springy motion with the heels of his dress loafers clicking on the subway tile.]
Alright!! If you're gonnya be my "brother", then you're the little brother! Nyeh heh heh! [Nansen reaches out and gives Rokurou, who has a full head on him in height and at least two in thickness, a hearty slap on the back.] You can call me "aniki" whenever you want! Consider yourself lucky, for not everyone gets this honor!
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[Nansen's eyes narrow again, and his own lips purse in a markedly less pathetic manner than Rokurou's- the deigning of a cat to pay something any mind. He's already sort of got brothers, technically... But none of them are at the citadel, and they're definitely not here, or he'd be getting bullied left and right. Sigh.]
[Whatever; this guy has a weird vibe to him, and that half of his face almost reminds him of an HRA sword, but he doesn't seem to be an enemy. He'll just have to be on his guard.]
...It's gotta be, but if someone ends up melting them down... [Nansen groans and falls to a squat at Rokurou's sandaled feet.] --Nononono, don't think like that!! [He grips his fingers into his hair and shakes his head; the little curls at the sides make a mock sort of folded-over "ear" that flips and flops around his fingers.] Nyaaaa, someone around here's more likely to pick it up and try to use it, right?? So, I just have to follow that feeling....
[Internal crisis managed in a matter of rollercoastering moments, the blond leaps back to his feet in front of Rokurou, a springy motion with the heels of his dress loafers clicking on the subway tile.]
Alright!! If you're gonnya be my "brother", then you're the little brother! Nyeh heh heh! [Nansen reaches out and gives Rokurou, who has a full head on him in height and at least two in thickness, a hearty slap on the back.] You can call me "aniki" whenever you want! Consider yourself lucky, for not everyone gets this honor!