( there's a lull in the argument on clarke's end. a beat, a moment to breathe heavy around every accusation she'd thrown at him and finally watch how they've settled. the lines in mizuki's shoulders read of defeat and abject sorrow, and it's hard not to take that as an unspoken thread of honesty. he struggles to meet her burning eyes, and twists his fingers against himself like a scolded child seeking some positive contact that doesn't hurt the same way the words do.
but reading a person and taking what they offer at face value doesn't do much to stomp out her anger. )
If that wasn't you, what was it?
( she means generally — what was that side of you, mizuki? but... yes, at some point she'd like an explanation about the void black tentacles. )
no subject
but reading a person and taking what they offer at face value doesn't do much to stomp out her anger. )
If that wasn't you, what was it?
( she means generally — what was that side of you, mizuki? but... yes, at some point she'd like an explanation about the void black tentacles. )
Why'd it happen?