"Well, it's good you can tell the difference," Ishigaki replies, an attemp to be optimistic. Though after he says that outloud, he wonders if he's right. So, if that's the case has Midousuji ever cared- or have been cared for...? It's always been a bit hard to picture for Ishigaki, given his seratted personality, but he knows better than to think it's not possible. He's human- and when Midousuji speaks up again, its obvious that there are unseen sides of him he has yet to discover.
That train of thought is soon interrupted with an outburst, and Ishigaki watches him, eyes wide, abruptly trot away- but from behind, something catches his eye. His ears.
Ears that are, undoubtably, glowing...
Pink.
Ishigaki doesn't reply, his eyes just stay, watching him.
It makes sense. Midousuji is in the unfamiliar territory of being intune to his emotions- more so than Ishigaki has ever seen, at least. Perhaps that alone is overwhelming enough in itself to lead to him flustering up, but...
Ishigaki can't help notice that it's through talking to Ishigaki- about Ishigaki- that's made Midousuji react that way.
Ishigaki's face, in return, heats up- the warmth he feels catches him offgaurd. He stands there, stiff and unmoving. His brain short circuits in a stuttered panic, desperately grasping for a reason- as if there hasn't been a trail of odd feelings each and every time they've visited.
Of course he's burning up! It's a social response. His body is just empathizing with Midousuji. Similar to when someone yawns, and the other yawns back. Or... something?? Although, then there's... also... discovering the impact he's had on Midousuji recently on top of that, and finally getting a hint of what he's wanted from a friend so densely stubborn. A friend that he's barely seen yet still has the ability to occupy his thoughts for years on end- before Ishigaki had ever thought of him as a friend, even, and with Midousuji being able to call him one back debatable.
Okay. So. None of this made sense, then.
He can't find the answer he's looking for quickly enough, but he does discover he's been staring dumbfounded for far too long, and that Midousuji has already paced lengths away.
"Right! Right." Ishigaki blurts out, a little too loudly. He does catch up, but he chooses to trail a few steps behind- not quite matching Midousuji's pace yet. "I'm sure you've worked yourself up enough for one day."
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That train of thought is soon interrupted with an outburst, and Ishigaki watches him, eyes wide, abruptly trot away- but from behind, something catches his eye. His ears.
Ears that are, undoubtably, glowing...
Pink.
Ishigaki doesn't reply, his eyes just stay, watching him.
It makes sense. Midousuji is in the unfamiliar territory of being intune to his emotions- more so than Ishigaki has ever seen, at least. Perhaps that alone is overwhelming enough in itself to lead to him flustering up, but...
Ishigaki can't help notice that it's through talking to Ishigaki- about Ishigaki- that's made Midousuji react that way.
Ishigaki's face, in return, heats up- the warmth he feels catches him offgaurd. He stands there, stiff and unmoving. His brain short circuits in a stuttered panic, desperately grasping for a reason- as if there hasn't been a trail of odd feelings each and every time they've visited.
Of course he's burning up! It's a social response. His body is just empathizing with Midousuji. Similar to when someone yawns, and the other yawns back. Or... something?? Although, then there's... also... discovering the impact he's had on Midousuji recently on top of that, and finally getting a hint of what he's wanted from a friend so densely stubborn. A friend that he's barely seen yet still has the ability to occupy his thoughts for years on end- before Ishigaki had ever thought of him as a friend, even, and with Midousuji being able to call him one back debatable.
Okay. So. None of this made sense, then.
He can't find the answer he's looking for quickly enough, but he does discover he's been staring dumbfounded for far too long, and that Midousuji has already paced lengths away.
"Right! Right." Ishigaki blurts out, a little too loudly. He does catch up, but he chooses to trail a few steps behind- not quite matching Midousuji's pace yet. "I'm sure you've worked yourself up enough for one day."