[ so absentminded— he didn't notice the boy sitting down on the sidewalk, back pressed against the rusty base of the streetlight; the same one six has (subconsciously) leaned on. the sorcerer was taking a quick break after spending hours hunting down the kappas, and while he didn't know how to handle the mental exhaustion it left him with, he settled by attending to what's easier: his growling stomach. he would be seen savoring a humble midnight meal; a store-bought sandwich and soda on the side, nothing too fancy and totally fitted for his tight budget. he's halfway through it by the time he turned his attention to the newcomer, watching quietly, still unsure whether it's an enemy or a friend. the dim lighting offers little help, but soon after-
he mutters a soft 'oh!'. another enma. he had seen that man in their headquarters before.
if it was any other night, any other situation, itadori would've greeted his fellow associate better. however, given the circumstances and the difficult orders they've been given by their leader, he knew neither one of them had the energy for an introductory small-talk. they could use a break, a moment of silence— maybe they didn't need to talk at all. itadori kept an eye on him regardless, that's when an awful thought came in mind. why is he reassured by the dishearten glum on six's features? ah, maybe in a fucked-up sense it felt less lonely to see someone else is struggling with those orders too. guess he's not the only one who's hating tonight. ]
☆ RECONFIGURE
he mutters a soft 'oh!'. another enma. he had seen that man in their headquarters before.
if it was any other night, any other situation, itadori would've greeted his fellow associate better. however, given the circumstances and the difficult orders they've been given by their leader, he knew neither one of them had the energy for an introductory small-talk. they could use a break, a moment of silence— maybe they didn't need to talk at all. itadori kept an eye on him regardless, that's when an awful thought came in mind. why is he reassured by the dishearten glum on six's features? ah, maybe in a fucked-up sense it felt less lonely to see someone else is struggling with those orders too. guess he's not the only one who's hating tonight. ]
... Hey.
[ he allows six a moment. then, once again- ]
You wanna' sit down for a bit?