[Takasugi's seen enough men trying to hold the contents of their stomachs back with their teeth to recognize the pallor on this boy's face. He shifts to the side, sliding along the bench to avoid most of the trajectory, should the boy's will falter.
Instead of bile, he spews words. Impressive-]
So. What changed? [Since the boy was able to talk that much, Takasugi will continue to expect answers from him. Continue to ask questions with a smile on his face, appraising the other's turmoil as if window shopping.]
no subject
Instead of bile, he spews words. Impressive-]
So. What changed? [Since the boy was able to talk that much, Takasugi will continue to expect answers from him. Continue to ask questions with a smile on his face, appraising the other's turmoil as if window shopping.]