[Takasugi's hand slips away the moment Solomon gives in, fingers sliding slowly along knuckles and wrist before returning to his side.
And he shrugs; Takasugi has always catered to Diva's whims, though not so much her need for a shoulder to cry on.
He's long since run dry of sympathy.] It isn't her.
Just people burdening her with unrealistic expectations.
As if she could stop her hunger. As if she needs to be human to be loved. [Distaste builds, muffled by his mask; his expression skews genuinely disgusted, but it's obscured.]
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And he shrugs; Takasugi has always catered to Diva's whims, though not so much her need for a shoulder to cry on.
He's long since run dry of sympathy.] It isn't her.
Just people burdening her with unrealistic expectations.
As if she could stop her hunger. As if she needs to be human to be loved. [Distaste builds, muffled by his mask; his expression skews genuinely disgusted, but it's obscured.]