[ He hadn't meant it with such duality in mind, too simple for that, but maybe it's not a far stretch to say that it exists in him naturally — carry it with you, but don't look back. Mikazuki doesn't have to keep his eyes on her movement the whole time to see the all the signs leading to the photos on the ground, all exposed now that she's lifted herself away from them.
Leaning forward on his haunches, he shuffles them together to pick them up off the pavement, catching the motions and hues present on those little squares. ]
They're pretty.
[ He remarks in passing, more focused on them as they relate to his companion, rather than what he thinks of them. ]
You'd probably feel better if you could carry them yourself, so. Here.
[ Shoulders brushing, nearly equal at this height, he tugs the loop of his scarf from his neck, holding the edges out to equal the wide breadth of his arms. Bow your head, Ammy. He has an idea. ]
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Leaning forward on his haunches, he shuffles them together to pick them up off the pavement, catching the motions and hues present on those little squares. ]
They're pretty.
[ He remarks in passing, more focused on them as they relate to his companion, rather than what he thinks of them. ]
You'd probably feel better if you could carry them yourself, so. Here.
[ Shoulders brushing, nearly equal at this height, he tugs the loop of his scarf from his neck, holding the edges out to equal the wide breadth of his arms. Bow your head, Ammy. He has an idea. ]