[Hand still close to his neck and hovering there, he'd rub the back where the leather had bitten in. It didn't hurt, per say, even if it had left a nasty rash; leather was hard to snap against skin and segments of spine; but Baji barely felt it. The only thing he felt was concern. He knew the situation was delicate. He knew.
He'd keep his cool. Something he wasn't known for, something he didn't prefer, but something he'd honed and perfected at school. With his mom. Sometimes, even, with Mikey's sour moods.
He'd stay calm, because Kazutora needed that right now.]
We made up.
[He'd fill in the blank. Maybe not what Kazutora was implying, but what he needed to hear.]
And he wants to make up with you, too. Be a family again. All of us.
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Date: 2022-09-15 02:12 am (UTC)[Hand still close to his neck and hovering there, he'd rub the back where the leather had bitten in. It didn't hurt, per say, even if it had left a nasty rash; leather was hard to snap against skin and segments of spine; but Baji barely felt it. The only thing he felt was concern. He knew the situation was delicate. He knew.
He'd keep his cool. Something he wasn't known for, something he didn't prefer, but something he'd honed and perfected at school. With his mom. Sometimes, even, with Mikey's sour moods.
He'd stay calm, because Kazutora needed that right now.]
We made up.
[He'd fill in the blank. Maybe not what Kazutora was implying, but what he needed to hear.]
And he wants to make up with you, too. Be a family again. All of us.