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we all made a great team, huh? almost made me tear up-- the power of friendship really can take you everywhere. 〈 flattery spun with ease, and yet still he eyes her with a scrutinizing gaze. grace howard... ever the eccentric. but, to be fair, the whole of belobog industries

〈 it's not what he expects. far from it. harumasa is someone who considers his words carefully, always. he sharpens them when he feels like it, and he softens them when he needs to-- this, this lack of thought, this lack of control... it's strange. because even despite the

✎ ⸝⸝⠀ also, happy new year! this account has been a way for me to wind down and relax, and i'm glad to have been able to roleplay with so many writers in the process-- thank you for making me look forward to character interactions, and thank you as well for making such

hook, line and sinker! harumasa considers his response-- should there be a dramatic pause? a sorrowful sigh? or... should he forgo a reply altogether, promising a story for another time? "liiiike..." he thinks and he thinks, and he weighs the benefits with careful precision...

〈 part of him's aware he should stop here, but his arm's still around her, and laughter spills out despite himself. ... maybe it's a losing game, daring to dream of the impossible. he can't help it though, can't stop himself, because soon enough he breaths out a light, 〉

background checks are the norm in his line of work--he's not interested in forming relationships with anyone whose history he doesn't know. to add to that: he has no qualms in using what he's found to his advantage, whether it's to intimidate or manipulate.

✎ ⸝⸝⠀ stolen. :P

that's the spirit! and, see, at least those you've grown close with won't start making up idealised, perfect versions of you. no need for comparisons between something impossible when you're simply yourself!