[ Pitch really is trying to be polite, and ingratiate himself here, so as he seemed to unfold from the closet, he brought the futon roll out for Souji. He wasn't sure about linens, though... And just imagine if someone saw him now. The great King of Nightmares humbled to thinking of bed linens.
Physically he was still the same; tall, thin to the point of wiry, and a bit more than "human-strong". Though at the moment Pitch seemed as stooped and tired as an old raven. He shrugged, gold eyes flashing. ]
I wouldn't say 'friend', exactly. But Haru did invite me.
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Physically he was still the same; tall, thin to the point of wiry, and a bit more than "human-strong". Though at the moment Pitch seemed as stooped and tired as an old raven. He shrugged, gold eyes flashing. ]
I wouldn't say 'friend', exactly. But Haru did invite me.