[ watching his own memories doesn't feel nearly as voyeuristic as the rest of the (really) nightmare this has been, so nazuna's not against sneaking to watch. it's not something he's never seen before, either, which means kuro kiryu coming out of the roof door shouldn't be all that surprising.
but all the dots click into place, as he watches kuro walk past them, towards the other nazuna. he brightens, offering him a four finger wave and patting the spot next to him. this is a routine, after all, because back then, they didn't really have any friends.
the older nazuna's heart squeezes in his chest. that fondness and familiarity is mutual: it feels like he's on the verge of uncovering something, but can't quite pull the curtain back all the way. this person... ] ...so, we used to know each other.
[ the other nazuna still hasn't spoken, but he smiles at kuro as they settle by each other, which might be confirmation enough. ] We must have been friends.
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but all the dots click into place, as he watches kuro walk past them, towards the other nazuna. he brightens, offering him a four finger wave and patting the spot next to him. this is a routine, after all, because back then, they didn't really have any friends.
the older nazuna's heart squeezes in his chest. that fondness and familiarity is mutual: it feels like he's on the verge of uncovering something, but can't quite pull the curtain back all the way. this person... ] ...so, we used to know each other.
[ the other nazuna still hasn't spoken, but he smiles at kuro as they settle by each other, which might be confirmation enough. ] We must have been friends.