[Shu's gaze flickers from Wataru's face to his hand and back again, before he draws closer, wings and shoulders drooping just a bit. He's...exhausted, truly, perhaps even moreso than the days immediately following Valkyrie's fall. He had been too wracked with emotion to be all that cognizant of his body, then; here, between his bad habit of eating little and moonlacing even less, he's sure his physical exhaustion is threatening to dull his feelings in much the same way.
What a bother, being human. Nothing is ever aligned just right. This is why dolls are much better.]
Do as you wish, Wataru. I trust you, after all.
[He's not entirely sure what motivates him to say it aloud, when merely agreeing to the offer should be enough, but it feels like it's something that needs to be said.
After all, the Cordis moon is shining, and to Shu Itsuki, self-indulgence is admitting he has a self to take care of in the first place.]
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What a bother, being human. Nothing is ever aligned just right. This is why dolls are much better.]
Do as you wish, Wataru. I trust you, after all.
[He's not entirely sure what motivates him to say it aloud, when merely agreeing to the offer should be enough, but it feels like it's something that needs to be said.
After all, the Cordis moon is shining, and to Shu Itsuki, self-indulgence is admitting he has a self to take care of in the first place.]