[ he parrots her words, still a little confused, more than a little concerned at the clear surprise in her voice and expression - at least, until mitsuru does decide to elaborate on that statement a bit more. markings, in your eyes.
for a moment, his features are blank - with hardly a thought in them, as though the shock is too much, or if he's frozen out of sheer terror, or both. that is before he takes a quick breath, jumpstarting back into reality; a series of emotions shutter across his face, perhaps too quick in succession for her to pick them out effectively before he is rushing backwards - nearly tipping the armchair over in his panic - and scrambling to pull the hood of his coat to fall over his face. ]
Uh, [ he's clutching the edge of the hood tight between his fingers - enough that if it were a flesh and blood hand, the knuckles would be creaking white by now - and vash ducks his head low to further take his face off the other's gaze, crouched almost huddling over his knees. ] It's fine! I just, um-
[ she'd seen them. she'd seen them, the iridescent markings that separate him from them, the thing that says he's different. it shouldn't be this visible, even under the sunlight - how could she see them? ]
[ Of all the reactions Mitsuru expected that wasn't quite it. What on earth was that and what is he so afraid of? Nothing about what she had just seen seems to outwardly suggest there is anything to fear here, not when it's Vash- someone she considers a friend and- what exactly is he hiding?
When the redhead finally speaks again her voice is... calm? ]
It's alright.
This is just... another side effect of these glitches that have been happening, isn't it?
[ There is a look in those brown eyes of hers, a meaningful one directed at him if he dares look up at her. A look that says she's putting two and two together here and is processing far more than she is letting on and she's not afraid to let him know it with her eyes. But no matter how curious she is, no matter how much they both know that second sentence isn't true, she's not about to confront him about this in public. No when she has to wonder what has caused this fear, the drive to cover up exactly what is going with him.
She's also, conveniently, offering him an out for anybody else that might have seen this and that pointed gaze at him says just as much. Clearly, whatever is going on with him is something he's in no hurry to let others know about and she's not about to out him. ]
Isn't that right?
[ Her tone is clear, confident, like it usually is. Even when there is a double meaning behind it. A voice of reassurance for anyone else listening and for him- her friend. Even if he won't look at her. ]
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[ he parrots her words, still a little confused, more than a little concerned at the clear surprise in her voice and expression - at least, until mitsuru does decide to elaborate on that statement a bit more. markings, in your eyes.
for a moment, his features are blank - with hardly a thought in them, as though the shock is too much, or if he's frozen out of sheer terror, or both. that is before he takes a quick breath, jumpstarting back into reality; a series of emotions shutter across his face, perhaps too quick in succession for her to pick them out effectively before he is rushing backwards - nearly tipping the armchair over in his panic - and scrambling to pull the hood of his coat to fall over his face. ]
Uh, [ he's clutching the edge of the hood tight between his fingers - enough that if it were a flesh and blood hand, the knuckles would be creaking white by now - and vash ducks his head low to further take his face off the other's gaze, crouched almost huddling over his knees. ] It's fine! I just, um-
[ she'd seen them. she'd seen them, the iridescent markings that separate him from them, the thing that says he's different. it shouldn't be this visible, even under the sunlight - how could she see them? ]
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When the redhead finally speaks again her voice is... calm? ]
It's alright.
This is just... another side effect of these glitches that have been happening, isn't it?
[ There is a look in those brown eyes of hers, a meaningful one directed at him if he dares look up at her. A look that says she's putting two and two together here and is processing far more than she is letting on and she's not afraid to let him know it with her eyes. But no matter how curious she is, no matter how much they both know that second sentence isn't true, she's not about to confront him about this in public. No when she has to wonder what has caused this fear, the drive to cover up exactly what is going with him.
She's also, conveniently, offering him an out for anybody else that might have seen this and that pointed gaze at him says just as much. Clearly, whatever is going on with him is something he's in no hurry to let others know about and she's not about to out him. ]
Isn't that right?
[ Her tone is clear, confident, like it usually is. Even when there is a double meaning behind it. A voice of reassurance for anyone else listening and for him- her friend. Even if he won't look at her. ]