[In the palpable pause between them, Takasugi watches the boy's breath shudder in his throat. Adam's apple bobbing, the skin stretched over it an unhealthy pallor. A result of the affliction, or maybe just the off-hue florescent lights up above.
A single eye slides to watch the dim flickering that darkens the boy's shadows, dully registering a comment about a girl.
He's jerked back, physically, a jarring development - but not one that wipes the smile from his face. Takasugi doesn't balk against the contact, he just shrugs.]
Don't remember. [Without effort to fix his wrinkled collar, Takasugi stands. Angling his body towards the coffee shop, he casts the plague-ridden youth at his side a glance.] Go check yourself.
[As if he's in any state for that.]
If you can't do it like that, then you'll have to find a way to settle your stomach. [Typically, when the body rejects something, the best thing to do is let it all out. That'd be Takasugi's only suggestion, but he's starting to head towards the closed venue.
A cursory investigation; he's not planning on eating anything himself.]
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A single eye slides to watch the dim flickering that darkens the boy's shadows, dully registering a comment about a girl.
He's jerked back, physically, a jarring development - but not one that wipes the smile from his face. Takasugi doesn't balk against the contact, he just shrugs.]
Don't remember. [Without effort to fix his wrinkled collar, Takasugi stands. Angling his body towards the coffee shop, he casts the plague-ridden youth at his side a glance.] Go check yourself.
[As if he's in any state for that.]
If you can't do it like that, then you'll have to find a way to settle your stomach. [Typically, when the body rejects something, the best thing to do is let it all out. That'd be Takasugi's only suggestion, but he's starting to head towards the closed venue.
A cursory investigation; he's not planning on eating anything himself.]