Post by otsukisensei on Nov 13, 2016 23:00:16 GMT -6
花は桜木人は武士
He heard he apology coming from over his shoulder, though he didn't make any effort to glance back to pay any attention to the unfinished exchange. What did catch his attention however, was the mention of hospitalization. His lips pressed at the word, brows cinching the slightest bit over his eyes.
Toshirō's words were slowly leading the man to the conclusion that he, in fact, had been in the hospital. And, apparently, for what could have been a very long time. His tongue rolled along his teeth from behind his lips. The sickening sweetness of the Toshirō's words were making Arata's stomach turn.
The scenery seemed to scroll by endlessly as they continued making their way down the road. He quietly hoped that Ii's assurance would finally settle his uncle down. He didn't answer to the first words spoken to the back of his head, something about "being in this together." A single digit tapped lightly against the handle of his blade.
"- Otsuki-sensei." He fully tuned in at the call of his voice, turning his head slightly to glance over his shoulder at the boy. "Thanks, for helping out." The corner of his lip pulled tight as he raised a brow in question at his student's gratitude. Still, he didn't speak, turning his face back to the road.
Arata's brows twitched before drawing lightly together over his eyes as the boy began to explain his apparent stand-offish nature, chalking it up to his role as the teacher. He sucked in a deep breath through his nostrils slowly, restraining the sigh that surely would have followed otherwise. He didn't want to hear this.
The uncertain quirk of the boy's voice as he raised the question regarding himself and his uncle irritated him, his fingers tightening their hold on his sword's hilt. His expression hardened, cooling back to an impassive stare, brows lifting over his eyes as he directed his gaze back over his shoulder.
" Me and 'cuz, " he repeated. What did it matter to him? What did it matter to Toshirō anymore? It had been nearly a decade. Beneath his cool facade his blood was pumping, and the way his words hissed from his lips like searingly hot steam may have been an indication. He was walking a line Arata didn't want to see crossed.
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Toshirō's words were slowly leading the man to the conclusion that he, in fact, had been in the hospital. And, apparently, for what could have been a very long time. His tongue rolled along his teeth from behind his lips. The sickening sweetness of the Toshirō's words were making Arata's stomach turn.
The scenery seemed to scroll by endlessly as they continued making their way down the road. He quietly hoped that Ii's assurance would finally settle his uncle down. He didn't answer to the first words spoken to the back of his head, something about "being in this together." A single digit tapped lightly against the handle of his blade.
"- Otsuki-sensei." He fully tuned in at the call of his voice, turning his head slightly to glance over his shoulder at the boy. "Thanks, for helping out." The corner of his lip pulled tight as he raised a brow in question at his student's gratitude. Still, he didn't speak, turning his face back to the road.
Arata's brows twitched before drawing lightly together over his eyes as the boy began to explain his apparent stand-offish nature, chalking it up to his role as the teacher. He sucked in a deep breath through his nostrils slowly, restraining the sigh that surely would have followed otherwise. He didn't want to hear this.
The uncertain quirk of the boy's voice as he raised the question regarding himself and his uncle irritated him, his fingers tightening their hold on his sword's hilt. His expression hardened, cooling back to an impassive stare, brows lifting over his eyes as he directed his gaze back over his shoulder.
" Me and 'cuz, " he repeated. What did it matter to him? What did it matter to Toshirō anymore? It had been nearly a decade. Beneath his cool facade his blood was pumping, and the way his words hissed from his lips like searingly hot steam may have been an indication. He was walking a line Arata didn't want to see crossed.
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