[Takatora startles a little bit at Ryouma's actions. He's been around the other when he's gotten himself into a mood, but this is...close to affection. He winces at the press against his shoulder, but the only place any pain might show is in his face, which he's fairly certain Ryouma can't see. Odd, though: he's usually so mindful of that old, stupid scar.]
I wasn't planning on it.
[...okay, so he totally was, just a little, but he'd meant to take Ryouma with him. Well, maybe not when he went to see Mitsuzane, but everywhere else would probably be fine. His grip on the other increases, even if he doesn't try to move out of the room again, and when he finally does speak it's in a lowered, calm voice: one he might use to address a worried child.]
But you need to tell me what's going on, and what happened. This isn't like you.
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on 2016-01-21 08:29 pm (UTC)I wasn't planning on it.
[...okay, so he totally was, just a little, but he'd meant to take Ryouma with him. Well, maybe not when he went to see Mitsuzane, but everywhere else would probably be fine. His grip on the other increases, even if he doesn't try to move out of the room again, and when he finally does speak it's in a lowered, calm voice: one he might use to address a worried child.]
But you need to tell me what's going on, and what happened. This isn't like you.