[ The walk back to their apartment seemed much longer than usual. Mitsutada knows it's just because of his thoughts, of the apprehension that has been following him ever since the Demon King deemed him worthless - and yet, even that knowledge isn't enough to dispel those feelings. He had been good at calming himself before, why is it so hard now?
It's a rhetorical question, really. But the answer doesn't help at all.
Ookurikara would be able to hear him fumble with the doorknob before coming in. He's managed to keep his expression reasonably calm, offering his best friend a tired smile once he catches the other's eye. ]
Hey.
[ Good, he managed to pull it off while sounding only mildly under the weather. It's a bit unusual for Kuri to have made tea for him, instead of the other way round - but he appreciates that, so he takes a seat after draping his jacket across the back of a chair. ]
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It's a rhetorical question, really. But the answer doesn't help at all.
Ookurikara would be able to hear him fumble with the doorknob before coming in. He's managed to keep his expression reasonably calm, offering his best friend a tired smile once he catches the other's eye. ]
Hey.
[ Good, he managed to pull it off while sounding only mildly under the weather. It's a bit unusual for Kuri to have made tea for him, instead of the other way round - but he appreciates that, so he takes a seat after draping his jacket across the back of a chair. ]
What's up?