Takasugi's indulgence of a walking memory, one that bit him with every word, wasn't an act of kindness. His gaze was always fixed on the past - on the days where he ran through festival streets with his nose wrinkled at the beckoning vendors. When he saw that time in the eyes of another, he'd been swallowed before he could tear away.
Reeling back from memories that would only twist under his skin was only ever successful in isolation.
Otherwise, he was sure to approach.
Just as Kanda had.] Hmm? [If he recognized the boy, he gave no indication, instead only tilting his head with a hum and removing his pipe from his mouth to pack a new bowl.]
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Takasugi's indulgence of a walking memory, one that bit him with every word, wasn't an act of kindness. His gaze was always fixed on the past - on the days where he ran through festival streets with his nose wrinkled at the beckoning vendors. When he saw that time in the eyes of another, he'd been swallowed before he could tear away.
Reeling back from memories that would only twist under his skin was only ever successful in isolation.
Otherwise, he was sure to approach.
Just as Kanda had.] Hmm? [If he recognized the boy, he gave no indication, instead only tilting his head with a hum and removing his pipe from his mouth to pack a new bowl.]