[Likewise, any potentially misread implications behind their physical closeness fall by the wayside to Kashuu as he just... listens, careful and quiet, like he can understand how important this is to hear without Souji having to say so directly. Of course, he doesn't know that Souji's never spoken of this to anyone before now; maybe he picks up on the subtle way the air shifts, or the gentleness in the fingers that touch his face and hair.
So he sits silently, attention fully focused forward. His hand drops back to his lap where it sits, fingers curled. He lets his head tilt and lean into Souji's hand as it cards through his hair, and there's a definite feeling of contentment before the story really gets rolling.
Well.
Considering the way many samurai had been in that era, he feels as though he knows where this particular story is about to go. The look on his face is nearly blank, but not because he doesn't feel anything about this. He only prompts Souji forward by inclining his head just a little, rather than by saying anything.]
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So he sits silently, attention fully focused forward. His hand drops back to his lap where it sits, fingers curled. He lets his head tilt and lean into Souji's hand as it cards through his hair, and there's a definite feeling of contentment before the story really gets rolling.
Well.
Considering the way many samurai had been in that era, he feels as though he knows where this particular story is about to go. The look on his face is nearly blank, but not because he doesn't feel anything about this. He only prompts Souji forward by inclining his head just a little, rather than by saying anything.]