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s h a d o w;
1. a dark area or shape produced by a body coming between rays of light and a surface.
2. used in reference to proximity, ominous oppressiveness, or sadness and gloom.
OTA 25/8 - Action, Texts, Etc.
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s h a d o w;
1. a dark area or shape produced by a body coming between rays of light and a surface.
2. used in reference to proximity, ominous oppressiveness, or sadness and gloom.
OTA 25/8 - Action, Texts, Etc.
( art )
/gathers you in this direction relentlessly!!!!!!
[ point blank. what other questions could he have? well. some. a few. many. present this situation to a class and they'd have ten thousand opinions and most of them probably not particularly good. of course, as people often say: they don't have all the facts. megumi also does not have all the facts. he wonders which ones this man has, this person who somehow makes dozing on the dormitory roof look akin to sunbathing on an island beach, like he makes each space his own in sheer defiance of whatever it was supposed to be or actually even is. weirdly or not, he's reminded of maki and can almost feel her slapping him upside the head with the blunted end of any given weapon for even thinking as much. not that it's a negative thing. megumi doesn't know what it is exactly; just an observation.
before he closed his eyes, megumi caught the specific and too familiar green of them, felt like the sun scooped the iris into its hand and threw it at him as if to say: this is the truth whether you like it or not.
no wonder he's more comfortable with the shadows.
(that's a lie. but maybe the shadows are more comfortable with him.)
at the lower angle, looking up at him makes the sleeping predator impression even more....well, more. it remains hard to describe why this man who feels like 'nothing' feels more dangerous than anything else megumi has encountered so far β scratch that, almost more dangerous; there's just something about four red eyes and your responsibility's blood and your friend's heart in the grass that outstrips just a little. the nothingness, sure, has a component of danger; like not being able to tell where or if inumaki is around when he's on the other side. but it's not just that. something about it is...more personal.
i haven't seen him in years. i don't remember β
megumi feels his hands curl at his sides and forcibly uncurls them, makes them empty and limp and without much to say.
waits. ]