[ With their hands joined, Kaito becomes all the more aware of her emotions—and of every pulse that represents her Shadow's protests. Every time it protests, every time it shrieks its disapproval.
Another squeeze. Once they're at her Door, Kaito follows her befuddled gaze to the paper bags that he's been leaving there all week—and the faintest hint of a smile perks on his features. He'll tell her later. ]
...Huh. A ryokan? [ Mumble, mutter. Despite his exhaustion continuing the slow him down, the rush of emotions from their direct contact keeps him alert enough to take stock of his surroundings. It looks cozy. ]
I guess that means you've got a working kitchen, too. That's convenient.
[ Without thinking too much about it (a feat for this overthinker), he squeezes her hand once more—as if he's sure she's about to let go. ]
no subject
I̷t̷'̵s̵ ̶k̴i̶n̵d̵ ̸o̵f̸ ̵a̶n̶n̸o̶y̷i̷n̷g̴,̵ ̴d̵o̷n̸'̶t̶ ̵y̸o̵u̷ ̸t̵h̴i̶n̸k̶?̵ ̴Y̸o̶u̵ ̶r̴e̷a̸l̸l̷y̴ ̷w̸a̶n̴t̴ ̵t̶o̴ ̸a̸l̵i̴g̶n̴ ̵y̸o̷u̸r̶s̵e̸l̵f̴ ̴w̸i̸t̵h̷ ̴t̵h̸a̴t̶?̶
'Without a doubt.'
Another squeeze. Once they're at her Door, Kaito follows her befuddled gaze to the paper bags that he's been leaving there all week—and the faintest hint of a smile perks on his features. He'll tell her later. ]
...Huh. A ryokan? [ Mumble, mutter. Despite his exhaustion continuing the slow him down, the rush of emotions from their direct contact keeps him alert enough to take stock of his surroundings. It looks cozy. ]
I guess that means you've got a working kitchen, too. That's convenient.
[ Without thinking too much about it (a feat for this overthinker), he squeezes her hand once more—as if he's sure she's about to let go. ]