[A dull stare is more annoying than the furrowed brow of residual anger, despite Takasugi's dedication to the claim that he'd been the first to abandon any feelings of camaraderie.
Coming from Zura, though, there's just enough of a sense of familiarity that laces the look in his eyes. Takasugi can't remember a time he was spared this pointed aloof act.
He laughs, the sound sharp but quickly lost in the pervasive silence of the scene before them. As if whatever is causing it monitors the atmosphere as much as the view.] What kind of jail gives its inmates that much sake?
[If there really was such a place, maybe he'd turn himself in. Like hell.
The specter Takasugi slowly reaches a groping hand for the door, sliding it open to take one step inside before stopping mid pace. What the hell are you doing here-!? Rustling sheets, the clatter of wood. We're trying to sleep. Shoo, shoo!
But the memory just stands and stares, long and vacant, before sucking in a breath and slamming the door.
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Coming from Zura, though, there's just enough of a sense of familiarity that laces the look in his eyes. Takasugi can't remember a time he was spared this pointed aloof act.
He laughs, the sound sharp but quickly lost in the pervasive silence of the scene before them. As if whatever is causing it monitors the atmosphere as much as the view.] What kind of jail gives its inmates that much sake?
[If there really was such a place, maybe he'd turn himself in.
Like hell.The specter Takasugi slowly reaches a groping hand for the door, sliding it open to take one step inside before stopping mid pace. What the hell are you doing here-!? Rustling sheets, the clatter of wood. We're trying to sleep. Shoo, shoo!
But the memory just stands and stares, long and vacant, before sucking in a breath and slamming the door.
Wrong room.]