[Yuri stares at Hakkai or about 3 seconds before she snorts and has to turn away to stop herself from actually laughing out loud.] Sure, of course. Don't worry, I'm sure that line will work on anyone else.
[There's a million and one questions racing through her head, she doesn't know where to begin with them, and as she watches him it's with a complicated mix of emotions. On one hand she's happy to see him, but... Would it have been better for him to have gone home? At least this confirmed he wasn't dead back home, which she's <>very happy about, but at the same time it still meant he was here again. And since he wasn't her shinki anymore, that... Where did that leave her? It's a stupid feeling that she knows is unwarranted--they were friends, right? But that had been with a Hakkai the Shinki, with few memories of who he truly was. Was Hakkai the God much different?
She crosses her arms over her chest, regarding him quietly a moment, fingers itching with the desire to reach out and touch him and make sure he was real. Instead she curls her fingers into her sleeves and asks:] What are you going to do now?
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[There's a million and one questions racing through her head, she doesn't know where to begin with them, and as she watches him it's with a complicated mix of emotions. On one hand she's happy to see him, but... Would it have been better for him to have gone home? At least this confirmed he wasn't dead back home, which she's <>very happy about, but at the same time it still meant he was here again. And since he wasn't her shinki anymore, that... Where did that leave her? It's a stupid feeling that she knows is unwarranted--they were friends, right? But that had been with a Hakkai the Shinki, with few memories of who he truly was. Was Hakkai the God much different?
She crosses her arms over her chest, regarding him quietly a moment, fingers itching with the desire to reach out and touch him and make sure he was real. Instead she curls her fingers into her sleeves and asks:] What are you going to do now?