[ He doesn’t answer the question—a mental note as Rokurou steps around the edge of the lounge couch to sit beside the exorcist instead. His weight sinks into the cushions and their shoulders brush; he stretches his legs out, once again a languid creature.
Languid only in body. He tilts his head, eyes sliding to catch Matoba’s profile as his mind churns. Why ask? What is he planning? How can this be used against him? Matoba has been a flighty and indiscernible entity from the moment they met. ]
How do you think? Killed. Is there ever another way? [ he sighs, now tilting his head away from the other man and glancing toward the thicket of thick trees and waxy leaves, ] Rangetsu don’t die of old age.
[ Going to make some snide comment about how his blood must be weak after all? Along those lines, Rokurou expects. ]
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[ He doesn’t answer the question—a mental note as Rokurou steps around the edge of the lounge couch to sit beside the exorcist instead. His weight sinks into the cushions and their shoulders brush; he stretches his legs out, once again a languid creature.
Languid only in body. He tilts his head, eyes sliding to catch Matoba’s profile as his mind churns. Why ask? What is he planning? How can this be used against him? Matoba has been a flighty and indiscernible entity from the moment they met. ]
How do you think? Killed. Is there ever another way? [ he sighs, now tilting his head away from the other man and glancing toward the thicket of thick trees and waxy leaves, ] Rangetsu don’t die of old age.
[ Going to make some snide comment about how his blood must be weak after all? Along those lines, Rokurou expects. ]