[ despite his short time in life, despite his detached nature, choso still knows what fear looks like in the faces of humans. he knows the gleam of fear in their eyes, how the whites of them shine as the lines of their facial skin deepen in their terror. he knows of fear and its stink, but look:
okkotsu yuta displays none of it. as quickly as he speaks, for all that his words nearly trip over each other, he holds all the self-assurance of yuji.
and speaking of— ]
‘Kouhai’, you say. He has mentioned your name before, Okkotsu Yuta.
[ anyone can use yuji’s name, he’s aware; anyone can claim acquaintanceship, but Kamo wouldn’t lower himself like this if his rotten life depended on it.
it is with a visible effort and a thick swallow that choso lowers his hands, allowing the bead of blood quivering in his palm to drop to the floor, where it spatters and vanishes into the scattered dirt. ]
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okkotsu yuta displays none of it. as quickly as he speaks, for all that his words nearly trip over each other, he holds all the self-assurance of yuji.
and speaking of— ]
‘Kouhai’, you say. He has mentioned your name before, Okkotsu Yuta.
[ anyone can use yuji’s name, he’s aware; anyone can claim acquaintanceship, but Kamo wouldn’t lower himself like this if his rotten life depended on it.
it is with a visible effort and a thick swallow that choso lowers his hands, allowing the bead of blood quivering in his palm to drop to the floor, where it spatters and vanishes into the scattered dirt. ]
He never mentioned that you did such a thing.