[Another nervous chuckle escapes at Mikado's instinctual reaction. That's more like it. That's the right response for the setting, for them, for any other day. But today it's gritty because it's rolling over the questionable spikes beneath.
When Mikado can't say more, it's Masaomi who's there to keep everything going, to keep everyone chatting, to keep the world at ease. But today it's too gritty, and it won't roll off his tongue. It's too much effort, but he tries anyway, taking a step forward as emboldened lips open once again.
His friend is willing to talk back.]
Mikado, you're really okay. What kind of magic did you use? Is it this whacked out asylum? You're-
[Not lying desolate in a hospital bed.
Opposite problem Mikado is having. Masaomi hastily clamps his mouth shut.]
But I just want to pinch his cheeks and love him.
When Mikado can't say more, it's Masaomi who's there to keep everything going, to keep everyone chatting, to keep the world at ease. But today it's too gritty, and it won't roll off his tongue. It's too much effort, but he tries anyway, taking a step forward as emboldened lips open once again.
His friend is willing to talk back.]
Mikado, you're really okay. What kind of magic did you use? Is it this whacked out asylum? You're-
[Not lying desolate in a hospital bed.
Opposite problem Mikado is having. Masaomi hastily clamps his mouth shut.]