"But you are doing something like that? You said it yourself. You won because--"
Ishigaki feels that oh-so-familiar grasp on his cheeks, and he curses himself for not predicting it. The abruptness in his track is enough for him to trip on his own feet- stumbling before catching his balance again. With eyebrows furrowed, he frowns, his face looking like a funny pout between Midousuji's fingers.
For a moment he wonders why he keeps saying all the wrong things lately, but when Midousuji screeches loud enough to turn heads, it's an obvious realization that Ishigaki is not the one that should be worried about. Midousuji himself not realizing what his own over reactions to basic human interactions implies is what's worrying.
Midousuji let's go, and Ishigaki exhales. He rubs the side if his sore cheek, speaking up again after his usual, but still bizarre interruption from Midousuji. "... You won because you relied on your team. Jeez, you're going to bruise my face if you keep doing that. What's with that reaction??"
Ishigaki doesn't regret what he said. It's not as if he would want to hold off on his own bluntness for Midousuji, especially when met with his so often. Although Ishigaki was presented with another chance at their friendship that he so desperately craved for so long, and with his honesty enough to have Midousuji turn away and never come back on top of it, he wasn't going to give him some half baked version of himself.
But then Midousuji looks like that, suddenly almost... shy, if not completely overstimulated. It's so new that Ishigaki can only reply with slow blinks, and as he does, he reminds himself of the pace Midousuji needs- choosing not to pry further than he already has.
Different parts...? That's right. Something like care and being ableto care, something Ishigaki has so much of and so easily been given to him his whole life- of course someone as foreign as Midousuji was also built with foreign parts.
Although he's never felt more close to Midousuji, Ishigaki then realizes he might not know anything about Midousuji, or how he really works, after all.
Ishigaki responds with a softer tone.
"Well, I wouldn't... I wouldn't want you to become someone like me. It's not like I'm trying to change you. Not who you are, at least."
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Ishigaki feels that oh-so-familiar grasp on his cheeks, and he curses himself for not predicting it. The abruptness in his track is enough for him to trip on his own feet- stumbling before catching his balance again. With eyebrows furrowed, he frowns, his face looking like a funny pout between Midousuji's fingers.
For a moment he wonders why he keeps saying all the wrong things lately, but when Midousuji screeches loud enough to turn heads, it's an obvious realization that Ishigaki is not the one that should be worried about. Midousuji himself not realizing what his own over reactions to basic human interactions implies is what's worrying.
Midousuji let's go, and Ishigaki exhales. He rubs the side if his sore cheek, speaking up again after his usual, but still bizarre interruption from Midousuji. "... You won because you relied on your team. Jeez, you're going to bruise my face if you keep doing that. What's with that reaction??"
Ishigaki doesn't regret what he said. It's not as if he would want to hold off on his own bluntness for Midousuji, especially when met with his so often. Although Ishigaki was presented with another chance at their friendship that he so desperately craved for so long, and with his honesty enough to have Midousuji turn away and never come back on top of it, he wasn't going to give him some half baked version of himself.
But then Midousuji looks like that, suddenly almost... shy, if not completely overstimulated. It's so new that Ishigaki can only reply with slow blinks, and as he does, he reminds himself of the pace Midousuji needs- choosing not to pry further than he already has.
Different parts...? That's right. Something like care and being ableto care, something Ishigaki has so much of and so easily been given to him his whole life- of course someone as foreign as Midousuji was also built with foreign parts.
Although he's never felt more close to Midousuji, Ishigaki then realizes he might not know anything about Midousuji, or how he really works, after all.
Ishigaki responds with a softer tone.
"Well, I wouldn't... I wouldn't want you to become someone like me. It's not like I'm trying to change you. Not who you are, at least."