[ This feels a little like they own it, in a way. Before it was amusing, and definitely voyeuristic, but now it's theirs. Maybe it's suddenly fresh all over again, but Kuro knows it's theirs. It's his. It's his and Nazuna's.
The other, younger Kuro has his hands on a bento of his own, and doesn't hesitate to flash a smile to the younger Nazuna when he gives him that little wave. ]
Lookin' a lot like it. [ His voice goes soft, watching himself go to take that spot that's been offered up to him, like he belongs there, has sat there a million times before. He has to wonder if he's ever spooked this Nazuna, too. If he's ever gotten him to yelp out that unya! of his, spooking him the first few times he came up. Maybe he did.
Right now, though, he looks like he's where he belongs. Kuro can feel that ghost of loneliness, behind his sternum, that knowledge that he was feared, that he intimidated, that this little rabbit wasn't going to be scared off. ]
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The other, younger Kuro has his hands on a bento of his own, and doesn't hesitate to flash a smile to the younger Nazuna when he gives him that little wave. ]
Lookin' a lot like it. [ His voice goes soft, watching himself go to take that spot that's been offered up to him, like he belongs there, has sat there a million times before. He has to wonder if he's ever spooked this Nazuna, too. If he's ever gotten him to yelp out that unya! of his, spooking him the first few times he came up. Maybe he did.
Right now, though, he looks like he's where he belongs. Kuro can feel that ghost of loneliness, behind his sternum, that knowledge that he was feared, that he intimidated, that this little rabbit wasn't going to be scared off. ]
Huh.