[it's the way she laughs at makoto that irks haru off-the-bat, but it's the way she speaks to him that outright annoys him. but there is no "best" way to insert himself into the conversation when she's answering makoto's question, so he leaves it for that moment, though his hand in makoto's shirt tightens. to most it would be imperceptible, but without question makoto will feel it, the minor subconscious tug of fabric.
yet haru's eyes remain on the girl, from the flowers in her hair to the soft color scheme of her dress to the relaxed posture she maintains. what did she do to get here? probably not trespassing.
and damage to private property...
ah.
haru blinks. ]
We trespassed.
[not that she is interested, not that she even ever would have asked, but it is what comes out of haru's mough.]
no subject
yet haru's eyes remain on the girl, from the flowers in her hair to the soft color scheme of her dress to the relaxed posture she maintains. what did she do to get here? probably not trespassing.
and damage to private property...
ah.
haru blinks. ]
We trespassed.
[not that she is interested, not that she even ever would have asked, but it is what comes out of haru's mough.]