[ He freezes, eyes wide, when Nishitani grabs his chin. His fear of abandonment runs so deep that he expects a rebuke even now, despite the fact that Nishitani has done nothing of the sort so far. It's absolutely irrational. The flash of fear fades quickly the more Nishitani says.
Izō wants to protest about how it's different with them, how Nishitani doesn't understand, but he can't. Every time he starts to say something, he stops. Izō folds his arms on the table, resting his head atop them. A sulky, miserable mess, curled in on himself. ]
...Whatever. [ He listened and he's not happy about it. ] I'll fuckin' give it a week.
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Izō wants to protest about how it's different with them, how Nishitani doesn't understand, but he can't. Every time he starts to say something, he stops. Izō folds his arms on the table, resting his head atop them. A sulky, miserable mess, curled in on himself. ]
...Whatever. [ He listened and he's not happy about it. ] I'll fuckin' give it a week.