Red hair, scarred cheek, close to my height. [Hakkai's not challenging Chikusa back over his attempt to claim an unfair share of pot space. Despite the pleasant smell of the dinner, he doesn't have much appetite.
He looks down at his plate, instead, where his own food is slowly cooling. Chikusa's summary isn't wrong, but it stings badly, in the places where Hakkai wants to question it. Without his memories, Gojyo thinks that's a bad thing, for example.
It's not as if it's a good thing, memory or no.
Hakkai closes his eyes for a moment, controlling himself, before he opens them, sets his chopsticks down and scoots his chair back with a loud scrape.]
Ah -- I'm making myself a cup of tea. Would either of you like one?
[He turns to the counter, picking up the kettle and filling it in a brief flurry of activity.]
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He looks down at his plate, instead, where his own food is slowly cooling. Chikusa's summary isn't wrong, but it stings badly, in the places where Hakkai wants to question it. Without his memories, Gojyo thinks that's a bad thing, for example.
It's not as if it's a good thing, memory or no.
Hakkai closes his eyes for a moment, controlling himself, before he opens them, sets his chopsticks down and scoots his chair back with a loud scrape.]
Ah -- I'm making myself a cup of tea. Would either of you like one?
[He turns to the counter, picking up the kettle and filling it in a brief flurry of activity.]