[ He can feel the expectation in Six’s stare. The fine hairs along his nape stand, whole body keenly aware of the eyes set upon him. Would he really rather forget it...? Yes. Rokurou isn’t the type who needs or wants to talk about everything. But he can sense from the way that the erune speaks that that’s something they differ on.
Pausing in his prep once the curry sauce is set to cook, Rokurou fills the cup of matcha with hot water before bringing it over to the table to set in front of Six. ]
It’s really not a big deal. [ he rubs his neck, trying to figure out how to word it, ] I was just surprised. And maybe a little ... you know.
[ So maybe he had figured it out. It’s not like he hasn’t been jealous over someone his whole life, he knows its sting well; it had been unexpected to creep up him like it had, but maybe it’s not so surprising, considering he’s been doggedly chasing Six since the moment they met. ]
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Pausing in his prep once the curry sauce is set to cook, Rokurou fills the cup of matcha with hot water before bringing it over to the table to set in front of Six. ]
It’s really not a big deal. [ he rubs his neck, trying to figure out how to word it, ] I was just surprised. And maybe a little ... you know.
[ So maybe he had figured it out. It’s not like he hasn’t been jealous over someone his whole life, he knows its sting well; it had been unexpected to creep up him like it had, but maybe it’s not so surprising, considering he’s been doggedly chasing Six since the moment they met. ]