[Hakkai's cheer falters, and fades back to his former mild expression, as he nods.]
Indeed.
[It's not something he'd normally have trouble joking about, but being jumped at from his blind side is potentially dangerous. And the subject can't help but make him remember the death he'd seen when he named Gojyo, the death that hadn't happened, where Gojyo had caught his wrist as he lost control in a fight, and Hakkai had turned with his claws at the ready before he saw who it was.
He turns his attention, after a moment, to his umbrella; as he opens it, a spray of droplets scatters across his bag. Jeep, nestled down between the handles, looks up with an aggrieved chirp.]
no subject
Indeed.
[It's not something he'd normally have trouble joking about, but being jumped at from his blind side is potentially dangerous. And the subject can't help but make him remember the death he'd seen when he named Gojyo, the death that hadn't happened, where Gojyo had caught his wrist as he lost control in a fight, and Hakkai had turned with his claws at the ready before he saw who it was.
He turns his attention, after a moment, to his umbrella; as he opens it, a spray of droplets scatters across his bag. Jeep, nestled down between the handles, looks up with an aggrieved chirp.]