[ he can probably figure out how to contact him online — eventually. or they can chance it to random occurrence again, Getou's not too pressed about the issue. small city. small sliver of a small city. corners get retread, less sharp. a bit like that knife there, this place is a shoddy construct reflecting a world he may have one day created, but not enough to satisfy. not enough to quell violence. ]
[ he isn't. not really. the dark energy in him still hungers and haunts, beasts that want to howl and chew. the only thing here in an amuse-bouche. ]
Even so, I'd prefer you didn't call me "uncle". [ and yet to posit it with a tone that swings playful, eyes closing as he smiles, teeth sitting prim behind his stretched lips. vulpine. kindness beneath the transparency of fine silk. naturally straight-backed and broad, a bulkiness swathed in that t-shirt a few sizes too big for him, he weathers a second study with courteous patience, indifferent to what's sought and found both. ]
Is it my turn to make an observation? [ this time, his head swirls with Rokurou's turn, twisting with him on that invisible pedestal. his calf oozes with a step. ] You're something more than human.
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[ he can probably figure out how to contact him online — eventually. or they can chance it to random occurrence again, Getou's not too pressed about the issue. small city. small sliver of a small city. corners get retread, less sharp. a bit like that knife there, this place is a shoddy construct reflecting a world he may have one day created, but not enough to satisfy. not enough to quell violence. ]
[ he isn't. not really. the dark energy in him still hungers and haunts, beasts that want to howl and chew. the only thing here in an amuse-bouche. ]
Even so, I'd prefer you didn't call me "uncle". [ and yet to posit it with a tone that swings playful, eyes closing as he smiles, teeth sitting prim behind his stretched lips. vulpine. kindness beneath the transparency of fine silk. naturally straight-backed and broad, a bulkiness swathed in that t-shirt a few sizes too big for him, he weathers a second study with courteous patience, indifferent to what's sought and found both. ]
Is it my turn to make an observation? [ this time, his head swirls with Rokurou's turn, twisting with him on that invisible pedestal. his calf oozes with a step. ] You're something more than human.