( Even the reply he gives is forced and tense, and he releases his chopsticks to rest on top of the bowl, hands pulling back to himself. Reflexively, the fingers of his right hand curl into the back of his left, again. He's staring at the mostly empty ramen bowl instead of Akira, and even if he insists he's fine, he doesn't look like it at all. )
The ramen was good. Thanks.
( And so, it seems he's determined to sit in awkward silence... Uncomfortable, tense, awkward silence. Well, maybe he's not determined, but he's had walls built around himself for ages now, and he's still getting used to one demon knocking them down. A second coming out of nowhere and trying to do the same has him on edge, feeling like he should run and hide.
But he doesn't. He sits there. He doesn't know what he's waiting for. )
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( Even the reply he gives is forced and tense, and he releases his chopsticks to rest on top of the bowl, hands pulling back to himself. Reflexively, the fingers of his right hand curl into the back of his left, again. He's staring at the mostly empty ramen bowl instead of Akira, and even if he insists he's fine, he doesn't look like it at all. )
The ramen was good. Thanks.
( And so, it seems he's determined to sit in awkward silence... Uncomfortable, tense, awkward silence. Well, maybe he's not determined, but he's had walls built around himself for ages now, and he's still getting used to one demon knocking them down. A second coming out of nowhere and trying to do the same has him on edge, feeling like he should run and hide.
But he doesn't. He sits there. He doesn't know what he's waiting for. )