[ he's a little jealous. That's been said to be the best way to live. He's been slowly learning, but ... it's hard... especially letting go of that one incident that still plagues him.
Masamune's advantage is that he's accepted it, though. So it's easy to recall, easy to have nightmares about but still move on as if it all thoughts of it have been put to rest in the past along with the actual event.
The head bump surprises him... for someone who he feels has a perfect setup for being lonely, he sure is incredibly affectionate-- or better yet he knows what it entails. He wonders about asking a little more, to try and find where Gilgamesh could have a similar lonely childhood but grow up so much ... warmer than Masamune has ever managed to be.
Or maybe he's just really good at acting. He's probably had a long time to get it right.
A little flustered from the affectionate touch of their heads, he rotates his cup to swirl about the contents inside of it to try and get his mind off it and hopefully get any visible burning of cheeks to go away.
look after me? ]
—from what?
[ wrong question, geez. ] ...nevermind, I actually meant to ask what you think of this place.
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[ he's a little jealous. That's been said to be the best way to live. He's been slowly learning, but ... it's hard... especially letting go of that one incident that still plagues him.
Masamune's advantage is that he's accepted it, though. So it's easy to recall, easy to have nightmares about but still move on as if it all thoughts of it have been put to rest in the past along with the actual event.
The head bump surprises him... for someone who he feels has a perfect setup for being lonely, he sure is incredibly affectionate-- or better yet he knows what it entails. He wonders about asking a little more, to try and find where Gilgamesh could have a similar lonely childhood but grow up so much ... warmer than Masamune has ever managed to be.
Or maybe he's just really good at acting. He's probably had a long time to get it right.
A little flustered from the affectionate touch of their heads, he rotates his cup to swirl about the contents inside of it to try and get his mind off it and hopefully get any visible burning of cheeks to go away.
look after me? ]
—from what?
[ wrong question, geez. ] ...nevermind, I actually meant to ask what you think of this place.