Masaomi has no idea what he's expecting. Platitudes maybe? Awkward silence? Whatever it is he thinks is about to happen, it's not this.
He can't do anything but stare for several seconds, not really even seeing Sora as he tries and fails to process what the other boy is admitting to. Gradually, his eyes manage to focus, to properly meet the intensity in Sora's mirrored stare. Those strange pupils have always caught Masaomi's attention; now they serve as an excellent grounding tool.
Sora is definitely saying that he was in a gang and that someone he was keeping that from found out. He's not saying that he's a demigod or a witch or from another planet. He's saying something that sounds... well, too real to be real.
Masaomi's hand balls into a fist against the floor. His lips open, close, and open again before the his brain finally catches up. "So what did he say?"
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He can't do anything but stare for several seconds, not really even seeing Sora as he tries and fails to process what the other boy is admitting to. Gradually, his eyes manage to focus, to properly meet the intensity in Sora's mirrored stare. Those strange pupils have always caught Masaomi's attention; now they serve as an excellent grounding tool.
Sora is definitely saying that he was in a gang and that someone he was keeping that from found out. He's not saying that he's a demigod or a witch or from another planet. He's saying something that sounds... well, too real to be real.
Masaomi's hand balls into a fist against the floor. His lips open, close, and open again before the his brain finally catches up. "So what did he say?"