Who'd've thought that we'd end up where we are now.
[ Saying that quietly, as he's watching the curling smoke from his cigarette dissipate into the night. He tucks his free hand into his pocket at that, takes another drag from that cig and breathes the nicotine into his lungs. There's a number of emotions writing themselves out over his features -- he never had to hide his thoughts from you, and you were always so good at reading him anyway. It's just how the two of you operate. ]
Do you remember our conversation last March?
[ At the Izakaya in Little Gion, where he'd come with the hope that you'd join him for patrols and ended up agreeing to find you a really fucking old knife that he's actually yet to procure. ]
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[ Saying that quietly, as he's watching the curling smoke from his cigarette dissipate into the night. He tucks his free hand into his pocket at that, takes another drag from that cig and breathes the nicotine into his lungs. There's a number of emotions writing themselves out over his features -- he never had to hide his thoughts from you, and you were always so good at reading him anyway. It's just how the two of you operate. ]
Do you remember our conversation last March?
[ At the Izakaya in Little Gion, where he'd come with the hope that you'd join him for patrols and ended up agreeing to find you a really fucking old knife that he's actually yet to procure. ]