[senri - looks sad. he seems like he was probably making his way to the parlor? though he'll pause when he sees ishikirimaru - and he'll automatically wipe his cheek which seems to be
.... it's definitely what I wanted to see. But Taka can see it too - so it's not just me.
[ . . . . and he'll just. take a second before nodding. he'll pull the photograph out of his pocket, quietly handing it over to ishi.
it's a family photo - essentially.
it's an idealized sort of family, with people who certainly didn't pose for the picture all together. but they're faces that ishi would recognize from the game, other participants who senri's grown fond of over the course of the game, and some gods too. senri's in the middle, because of course he is, but right by him there's taka. sasuke. ray. ishikirimaru. majima. madoka. zoe. shiki.
justice, sincerity, and beauty are also all in the photo - though some may be masked based on whether ishi's seen them remove their mask before, otherwise they remain covered.
everyone looks happy, and healthy, and like nothing bad could ever happen to them.]
[it's soft, almost under his breath-- because doesn't that just go straight to the heart and squeeze. everyone there might be all right, except for shiki, but somehow seeing them all recorded together like this is also a reminder that this, too, will be temporary. another place and time to leave behind.
when he shifts to wrap an arm around senri he does it without really thinking.]
Would you like to talk about it, Nito-kun?
[why he was crying over it, ishi means; he won't press too much, but if senri wants to share then he'll be here to listen.]
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wet with tears?]
Oh - me? I'm fine, Ishirin-san...!
[not
one of his
more convincing lies]
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[yeah that's not fine? he is immediately concerned, stepping closer and resting his hand on senri's shoulder.]
What happened?
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[and he'll wipe at his face again, trying to erase the evidence of his unhappiness]
I don't know where it's from yet but - I know it's not someone using Mirage on me....
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[either way-- something like that showing up unexplained is definitely a little concerning. that isn't something that's come up here before.]
Would you mind showing me, or would you prefer not to?
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[ . . . . and he'll just. take a second before nodding. he'll pull the photograph out of his pocket, quietly handing it over to ishi.
it's a family photo - essentially.
it's an idealized sort of family, with people who certainly didn't pose for the picture all together. but they're faces that ishi would recognize from the game, other participants who senri's grown fond of over the course of the game, and some gods too. senri's in the middle, because of course he is, but right by him there's taka. sasuke. ray. ishikirimaru. majima. madoka. zoe. shiki.
justice, sincerity, and beauty are also all in the photo - though some may be masked based on whether ishi's seen them remove their mask before, otherwise they remain covered.
everyone looks happy, and healthy, and like nothing bad could ever happen to them.]
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[it's soft, almost under his breath-- because doesn't that just go straight to the heart and squeeze. everyone there might be all right, except for shiki, but somehow seeing them all recorded together like this is also a reminder that this, too, will be temporary. another place and time to leave behind.
when he shifts to wrap an arm around senri he does it without really thinking.]
Would you like to talk about it, Nito-kun?
[why he was crying over it, ishi means; he won't press too much, but if senri wants to share then he'll be here to listen.]