[ Contradictorily, though many aspects of their situation were nowhere near ideal, Suzuya was fairly tolerant. Or rather, at the very least, he remained lenient and flexible in regards to the varying state of affairs that they were all inexorably involved in. Hearing Miyaji’s confession, in many ways, concerned him—perhaps, even alarmed him. Normally words of feebleness and general vulnerability were hardly ever exchanged between to two, and so he stands there, temporarily mind-numbed.
Analyzing the situation neutrally, he mulls over his options. While he wanted to provide his companion with some peace of mind, he knew how futile his efforts doubtlessly were and so he nods attentively, at least trying to project his concern and care. ] I’m sure we’ll be returned home in time. [ A pause. ] Sooner, hopefully. [ The Twelve couldn’t keep them here forever, right? Or at least, in theory.
Aside from the surprise that was evidently derived from abrupt admittance and concession of Miyaji’s own feelings of fragility, his next set of words equally… astonished him. And it likely showed. Regaining his bearings, a small smile spreads across his lips. ] Ah..
Honestly, I’ve always been a little worried that I troubled you, as well as Kanakubi-senpai. [ Sighing a little in relief, he offers Miyaji a light touch on the shoulder. Asserting their mutual understanding. ] Thank you. [ Before divulging something of his own-- ] I'm the same. These situations are usually difficult, so I'm always glad that we somehow... always manage to get through them together.
[ Honestly, while there was still some hesitation diluted in his eyes, he's quick to realize just how useless most of sentiments truly were-- ultimately doing nothing to solve their main issue. As such, he firmly endeavors on grasping his resolve. While it was (still) a strange idea to be partaking in such an affectionate activity with one of his closest friends here, he supposes it was either “now or later,” and unlike the Twelve, he couldn’t afford for "later." Reaching seize his own scarf, he carefully moves to unravel it. Scarf now removed, he opens it out smoothly before successively placing it behind and over Miyaji’s head. At least, this way, their privacy was sealed, right? ] I'm doing it now. [ Suzuya says these words almost inaudibly, his tone hushed and secretive. Finally, without waiting for a reply, he leans in, his lips finally meeting Miyaji's in a chaste kiss. ]
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LMFAO he’s so ridiculous. the start of his hideous hobbies…
Analyzing the situation neutrally, he mulls over his options. While he wanted to provide his companion with some peace of mind, he knew how futile his efforts doubtlessly were and so he nods attentively, at least trying to project his concern and care. ] I’m sure we’ll be returned home in time. [ A pause. ] Sooner, hopefully. [ The Twelve couldn’t keep them here forever, right? Or at least, in theory.
Aside from the surprise that was evidently derived from abrupt admittance and concession of Miyaji’s own feelings of fragility, his next set of words equally… astonished him. And it likely showed. Regaining his bearings, a small smile spreads across his lips. ] Ah..
Honestly, I’ve always been a little worried that I troubled you, as well as Kanakubi-senpai. [ Sighing a little in relief, he offers Miyaji a light touch on the shoulder. Asserting their mutual understanding. ] Thank you. [ Before divulging something of his own-- ] I'm the same. These situations are usually difficult, so I'm always glad that we somehow... always manage to get through them together.
[ Honestly, while there was still some hesitation diluted in his eyes, he's quick to realize just how useless most of sentiments truly were-- ultimately doing nothing to solve their main issue. As such, he firmly endeavors on grasping his resolve. While it was (still) a strange idea to be partaking in such an affectionate activity with one of his closest friends here, he supposes it was either “now or later,” and unlike the Twelve, he couldn’t afford for "later." Reaching seize his own scarf, he carefully moves to unravel it. Scarf now removed, he opens it out smoothly before successively placing it behind and over Miyaji’s head. At least, this way, their privacy was sealed, right? ] I'm doing it now. [ Suzuya says these words almost inaudibly, his tone hushed and secretive. Finally, without waiting for a reply, he leans in, his lips finally meeting Miyaji's in a chaste kiss. ]