Sora chews his lip and tries not to smile and also tries not to well with tears because man. Man.
He hesitates, considers how he's going to say the next thing extremely carefully, then pulls himself out of the sweater and sits down where he is, face to face with Masaomi, the sweater crumpled up in his lap. After another moment of thought, he looks at Masaomi, the keyhole pupils in his eyes narrowing just a little at him.
"That's what I said when a friend found out I was in a gang," he says, smiling, but with the same sort of watery tension. "I was surprised when he kept texting me back."
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He hesitates, considers how he's going to say the next thing extremely carefully, then pulls himself out of the sweater and sits down where he is, face to face with Masaomi, the sweater crumpled up in his lap. After another moment of thought, he looks at Masaomi, the keyhole pupils in his eyes narrowing just a little at him.
"That's what I said when a friend found out I was in a gang," he says, smiling, but with the same sort of watery tension. "I was surprised when he kept texting me back."