[Matoba isn't quite paying attention to who is coming and going across the bridge, but familiarity is hard to train oneself out of. He turns his head just in time to catch Natori, scowling at him, and giving his all into a smack into the railing.]
[Which despite his effort does a whole lot of nothing, Matoba infuriatingly keeping his perch with the sort of preternatural balance that his athleticism has always granted him.]
[So instead now they are just staring at each other from a number of paces away, at least until Matoba finally tears his glance away, and snorts.]
What are you doing? [He says it with half a scoff, as if Natori isn't worth the full laugh. Bastard.]
no subject
[Which despite his effort does a whole lot of nothing, Matoba infuriatingly keeping his perch with the sort of preternatural balance that his athleticism has always granted him.]
[So instead now they are just staring at each other from a number of paces away, at least until Matoba finally tears his glance away, and snorts.]
What are you doing? [He says it with half a scoff, as if Natori isn't worth the full laugh. Bastard.]