( it was obvious enough from his username, and he’s pretty sure they’ve even already discussed this, but he supposes it’s still worthwhile to hear more of kazuya’s reasoning. he raises an eyebrow as kazuya describes the headphones that he’d had prior to arriving here—his eyes trace the outline, attempting to visualize how they might have looked. really, with the description and the gesture… it’s most likely that what he’s imagining is nothing like what they actually look like. but it does seem like something that fits kazuya. it’s a shame that this place had stripped him of them, even though he’d survived a whole demon-infested lockdown with them.
learning that his favorite color is pink is surprising, but only at first. the more he thinks about it, the more it makes sense to him. ) Hm… No, now that you say it, I can see that. ( it’s a bit characteristic of him, right? a little surprising in a way you don’t expect, but in a way that just reinforces who he is. or, at least, that’s how makoto sees it.
his elbows on the table, he rubs the back of his neck with his hand—something which always makes a bit of a rasping sound, given the sutures there. ) Um… I, ah, probably would say I don’t have a favorite animal. I don’t dislike them, or anything. But… I was just never very interested in them either.
( his indifference didn’t necessarily mean callousness, though. he hadn’t wanted to hurt animals any more than he’d wanted to hurt people. there was a time, however, when he had collected dead ones—road kill, things like that—and kept them in his room, but it wasn’t something he was proud of, something he definitely didn’t want to talk about. it had been an act of desperation. his dark thoughts had been multiplying out of control, and he had just been looking for any sort of outlet for them. they were already dead. he thought it was the best way, without hurting anything, but—it hadn’t been enough, either. )
I know it’s not a very good answer, ( one that sometimes people really didn’t like, even though it wasn’t even a fourth as bad as the worse, hidden truth, ) but, I didn’t really want to lie to you…
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( it was obvious enough from his username, and he’s pretty sure they’ve even already discussed this, but he supposes it’s still worthwhile to hear more of kazuya’s reasoning. he raises an eyebrow as kazuya describes the headphones that he’d had prior to arriving here—his eyes trace the outline, attempting to visualize how they might have looked. really, with the description and the gesture… it’s most likely that what he’s imagining is nothing like what they actually look like. but it does seem like something that fits kazuya. it’s a shame that this place had stripped him of them, even though he’d survived a whole demon-infested lockdown with them.
learning that his favorite color is pink is surprising, but only at first. the more he thinks about it, the more it makes sense to him. ) Hm… No, now that you say it, I can see that. ( it’s a bit characteristic of him, right? a little surprising in a way you don’t expect, but in a way that just reinforces who he is. or, at least, that’s how makoto sees it.
his elbows on the table, he rubs the back of his neck with his hand—something which always makes a bit of a rasping sound, given the sutures there. ) Um… I, ah, probably would say I don’t have a favorite animal. I don’t dislike them, or anything. But… I was just never very interested in them either.
( his indifference didn’t necessarily mean callousness, though. he hadn’t wanted to hurt animals any more than he’d wanted to hurt people. there was a time, however, when he had collected dead ones—road kill, things like that—and kept them in his room, but it wasn’t something he was proud of, something he definitely didn’t want to talk about. it had been an act of desperation. his dark thoughts had been multiplying out of control, and he had just been looking for any sort of outlet for them. they were already dead. he thought it was the best way, without hurting anything, but—it hadn’t been enough, either. )
I know it’s not a very good answer, ( one that sometimes people really didn’t like, even though it wasn’t even a fourth as bad as the worse, hidden truth, ) but, I didn’t really want to lie to you…