[Matoba's head tilts back and forth on his shoulders, as if weighing the verity of each answer. He'd argue it but, either way, it was a waste of breath. This man would believe what he likes, and that was exactly what Matoba always needed. The assumption; the accusation.]
[The gazebo cushions shake with the weight of the man plopping down next to him; with Rokurou sitting on his good side, he doesn't need to turn his head to look at him, but he feels the daemon's hot, ember-like glow on him first and doesn't meet it. He's looking at some of the brightly colored birds flocking atop one of the trees. Unlike Rokurou's catlike stretch, Matoba's seat is poised and elegant, legs tucked just beneath the seat and hands in his lap.]
Does any exorcist? [A slight huff of a chuckle, eye still on a point in the distance.] Will any of us......
... Probably not.
[The silence feels comfortable, despite the subject. The Vale has a sunny warmth, like a spring day, even in the shade of the gazebo.] How long have you been like this?
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[The gazebo cushions shake with the weight of the man plopping down next to him; with Rokurou sitting on his good side, he doesn't need to turn his head to look at him, but he feels the daemon's hot, ember-like glow on him first and doesn't meet it. He's looking at some of the brightly colored birds flocking atop one of the trees. Unlike Rokurou's catlike stretch, Matoba's seat is poised and elegant, legs tucked just beneath the seat and hands in his lap.]
Does any exorcist? [A slight huff of a chuckle, eye still on a point in the distance.] Will any of us......
... Probably not.
[The silence feels comfortable, despite the subject. The Vale has a sunny warmth, like a spring day, even in the shade of the gazebo.] How long have you been like this?