(mikey, for a second, finds himself back. the apathy stays, even if the fog lifts, just a little bit, enough for him to look at the man on the floor, before crouching putting a hand against his nose just to check whether air is leaving his lungs. faintly, but it is.
he's ignoring literally everything the other has to offer in his words, at least outwardly. he makes the connection - dojo, she, japan, all these things bring his mind to hibiki, and that's the sole reason he doesn't reply to the man's question with a thundering punch to the stomach. it's painful to stop himself, and he clenches his fist not to go for it.
instead, he comes close. it's a bit ridiculous, with how this man manages to be taller than kenchin, and mikey's never gained a single inch since his teenage years, but alas. with a finger against his chest, he presses, staring as deep as he can into the other's eyes.)
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(mikey, for a second, finds himself back. the apathy stays, even if the fog lifts, just a little bit, enough for him to look at the man on the floor, before crouching putting a hand against his nose just to check whether air is leaving his lungs. faintly, but it is.
he's ignoring literally everything the other has to offer in his words, at least outwardly. he makes the connection - dojo, she, japan, all these things bring his mind to hibiki, and that's the sole reason he doesn't reply to the man's question with a thundering punch to the stomach. it's painful to stop himself, and he clenches his fist not to go for it.
instead, he comes close. it's a bit ridiculous, with how this man manages to be taller than kenchin, and mikey's never gained a single inch since his teenage years, but alas. with a finger against his chest, he presses, staring as deep as he can into the other's eyes.)
Don't cross my path again.
(a warning, but a request.)