His lips are shut tightly, drawn together in a thin, fine line. Zura and Sakamoto have never seen eye to eye when it comes to this sort of thing, and although usually they can agree to disagree...
The intensity slowly builds in his chest and in his ears, and in his eyes too, because they don't waver from Zura's, not at all, not one bit. Of course he isn't going to fight, he can't, not like that anymore. Perhaps that is his own fault. True! He wouldn't deny it. He lost his ability to fight in that way a long time ago, because he chose to do the thing he felt was best
And he wouldn't change a damn thing about it, because he still believes that he made the right choice.
But it is the very notion that he isn't worth listening to, which is somehow easier to tolerate when they're in a big group of people and he has to play the fool, that's wearing his patience thin right now. Every other time, perhaps, he's been able to make some kind of excuse when people treat him poorly- He chooses to mediate, the sacrifice is all worth it somehow, etc etc.
Usually he can ignore this kind of anger and move onto something else, but he's stuck. Stuck in one place and left to feel angry about that too.
As much as he loves to talk, sometimes the best way to leave a mark is to not say anything at all. Strange how quickly this man can change from fiery hot to ice cold, but the change is there, marked by the way he promptly lifts himself off the couch and picks his coat up off the rack he dumped it on earlier.]
Would you rather be alone? Than have me here.
I can leave, if you'd like.
[He sounds so polite, which is the most telling sign of how he truly feels.]
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His lips are shut tightly, drawn together in a thin, fine line. Zura and Sakamoto have never seen eye to eye when it comes to this sort of thing, and although usually they can agree to disagree...
The intensity slowly builds in his chest and in his ears, and in his eyes too, because they don't waver from Zura's, not at all, not one bit. Of course he isn't going to fight, he can't, not like that anymore. Perhaps that is his own fault. True! He wouldn't deny it. He lost his ability to fight in that way a long time ago, because he chose to do the thing he felt was best
And he wouldn't change a damn thing about it, because he still believes that he made the right choice.
But it is the very notion that he isn't worth listening to, which is somehow easier to tolerate when they're in a big group of people and he has to play the fool, that's wearing his patience thin right now. Every other time, perhaps, he's been able to make some kind of excuse when people treat him poorly- He chooses to mediate, the sacrifice is all worth it somehow, etc etc.
Usually he can ignore this kind of anger and move onto something else, but he's stuck. Stuck in one place and left to feel angry about that too.
As much as he loves to talk, sometimes the best way to leave a mark is to not say anything at all. Strange how quickly this man can change from fiery hot to ice cold, but the change is there, marked by the way he promptly lifts himself off the couch and picks his coat up off the rack he dumped it on earlier.]
Would you rather be alone? Than have me here.
I can leave, if you'd like.
[He sounds so polite, which is the most telling sign of how he truly feels.]