( Once invited, he enters and takes his seat across from him. Everything is natural-- the way he settles in, waits to be served, and helps himself to what he wants. This isn't his first time in Mikazuki's company like this and he knows how it goes. They have tea, they talk, they pass the time like the old pair they are. But this is different from those more casual times, isn't it?
His mood has lightened, the edge from the earlier battle has softened, and he's able to wear his usual mask now that he is clean and refreshed. But their earlier conversation had happened and not even that long ago. That's the thing witht his mask he wears. Once it slips, the face beneath it can't be completely unseen or forgotten.
He reaches for the cup, taking it in both of his hand. It's warm in his hands, reminding him of how cold he'd been (or how cold that he still is). )
Were you waiting for me? ( A rhetorical question. Of course he was. Why else would there be another cup ready for him? ) Haha, sorry!
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His mood has lightened, the edge from the earlier battle has softened, and he's able to wear his usual mask now that he is clean and refreshed. But their earlier conversation had happened and not even that long ago. That's the thing witht his mask he wears. Once it slips, the face beneath it can't be completely unseen or forgotten.
He reaches for the cup, taking it in both of his hand. It's warm in his hands, reminding him of how cold he'd been (or how cold that he still is). )
Were you waiting for me? ( A rhetorical question. Of course he was. Why else would there be another cup ready for him? ) Haha, sorry!
( For taking his time. )