[ nazuna's not the only person whose mind is wandering during the prolonged silences.
he knows. he knows without a reasonable doubt by now that he and nazuna shared the same dream, and while it seems vaguely like something straight out of a sci-fi movie, there's also that nagging feeling that everything feels so familiar, an odd sense of deja vu that comes with-- memories?
he's not even sure that he wants to know, or to find out the root of the feeling or how he seems comfortable, even, with that capacity of cruelty. in his own odd, scattered dreams, nazuna has never featured this prominently, just a blank, faceless doll--
was he like this, back then?
has he actually done something like that?
and more importantly - did nazuna know?
his thoughts are interrupted mostly because nazuna's voice cuts through his own musings like a knife, and shu closes his eyes, lets his body relax from how it unconsciously tensed up, and resists the slight urge to laugh. it's easy to forget, especially since shu hasn't seen nazuna in three years, to forget that he's
changed
and sometimes it threw shu off guard, how fierce nazuna could sound, how differenthe was from his high school days, and for a moment, shu is
relieved?
this nazuna would never let anyone turn him into a doll, even if it was shu at the end of the puppeteer's strings. he was too fiercely independent for that.
so he does finally laugh, a small, relieved sound before what nazuna says actually processes, letting the nickname slide. ]
No, it's not. [ he'd specifically moved closer to the university district for a reason, with most of his classes there, so while he doesn't stay on campus, it's close enough. ] ... Do you remember how to get here?
[ it's about as good as an invitation as any, since he's also fairly certain that like nazuna, he's not going to be able to sleep anytime soon, either. ]
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he knows. he knows without a reasonable doubt by now that he and nazuna shared the same dream, and while it seems vaguely like something straight out of a sci-fi movie, there's also that nagging feeling that everything feels so familiar, an odd sense of deja vu that comes with-- memories?
he's not even sure that he wants to know, or to find out the root of the feeling or how he seems comfortable, even, with that capacity of cruelty. in his own odd, scattered dreams, nazuna has never featured this prominently, just a blank, faceless doll--
was he like this, back then?
has he actually done something like that?
and more importantly - did nazuna know?
his thoughts are interrupted mostly because nazuna's voice cuts through his own musings like a knife, and shu closes his eyes, lets his body relax from how it unconsciously tensed up, and resists the slight urge to laugh. it's easy to forget, especially since shu hasn't seen nazuna in three years, to forget that he's
changed
and sometimes it threw shu off guard, how fierce nazuna could sound, how differenthe was from his high school days, and for a moment, shu is
relieved?
this nazuna would never let anyone turn him into a doll, even if it was shu at the end of the puppeteer's strings. he was too fiercely independent for that.
so he does finally laugh, a small, relieved sound before what nazuna says actually processes, letting the nickname slide. ]
No, it's not. [ he'd specifically moved closer to the university district for a reason, with most of his classes there, so while he doesn't stay on campus, it's close enough. ] ... Do you remember how to get here?
[ it's about as good as an invitation as any, since he's also fairly certain that like nazuna, he's not going to be able to sleep anytime soon, either. ]