[Except, okay, it wasn't a school book he touched, but his favorite anthology of folk tales. It's like fairy tales, only better. More... thrilling, is perhaps a good word. Terrifying at times and intense, when you let your imagination loose.
He smiles sheepishly and rubs with his index finger under his nose.]
You forget this will be my last year. Hirato wouldn't survive it, if I needed tutoring from you.
[He eyes the small piece of paper with curiosity and genuine interest, twisting it and twirling it in his hand, but doesn't let it go, trying to ignore how strange it feels, having said those fated words. 'Last year'... It really is the last, isn't it?]
Where are you staying?
[He asks, to distract himself from the looming issue, but also because he genuinely wants to know. Gareki never mentions any relatives and Yogi sorta worries.]
no subject
That's not true! I so have!
[Except, okay, it wasn't a school book he touched, but his favorite anthology of folk tales. It's like fairy tales, only better. More... thrilling, is perhaps a good word. Terrifying at times and intense, when you let your imagination loose.
He smiles sheepishly and rubs with his index finger under his nose.]
You forget this will be my last year. Hirato wouldn't survive it, if I needed tutoring from you.
[He eyes the small piece of paper with curiosity and genuine interest, twisting it and twirling it in his hand, but doesn't let it go, trying to ignore how strange it feels, having said those fated words. 'Last year'... It really is the last, isn't it?]
Where are you staying?
[He asks, to distract himself from the looming issue, but also because he genuinely wants to know. Gareki never mentions any relatives and Yogi sorta worries.]
I could come visit and we can hang out.