[his hand drops, falls neatly into his lap. his gaze flickers away, a melancholy sort of smile appearing on his features. right. . . right. nothing will ever be the same again. for a brief moment-- a fleeting moment, obviously, one that only existed because of their imminent deaths the next day-- he had let himself revel in his relief that things weren't permanently broken. but. . .]
[suck it up, Kurusu. whose fault is this? don't mope. don't cry. don't be sad. this is your doing. face every inch of it like the man you are]
Right. . .
[he leans back, linking his fingers together and stretching his arms in front of him]
I'm-- going to. . . [jerks a thumb over his shoulder towards one of the bookshelves] Look around. Get some rest. You look exhausted.
[. . . and with that, he pushes himself to his feet, slips his hands into his pockets, and departs to leave Ichigo to his own thoughts]
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[his hand drops, falls neatly into his lap. his gaze flickers away, a melancholy sort of smile appearing on his features. right. . . right. nothing will ever be the same again. for a brief moment-- a fleeting moment, obviously, one that only existed because of their imminent deaths the next day-- he had let himself revel in his relief that things weren't permanently broken. but. . .]
[suck it up, Kurusu. whose fault is this? don't mope. don't cry. don't be sad. this is your doing. face every inch of it like the man you are]
Right. . .
[he leans back, linking his fingers together and stretching his arms in front of him]
I'm-- going to. . . [jerks a thumb over his shoulder towards one of the bookshelves] Look around. Get some rest. You look exhausted.
[. . . and with that, he pushes himself to his feet, slips his hands into his pockets, and departs to leave Ichigo to his own thoughts]