[ there is still so much kamui doesn't know or understand about this place, and so too does not trust. it puts him in a strange crossroads of being prone to wanting to trust and then remembering better of it, when it's someone from his own 'world'. in the midst of clearing his throat -- futile, so more like swallowing it down --, he blinks not unlike a cat at yuuto's caution. then again, caelus had said something similar, and some of the others he had encountered when even fully in cat form. having witnessed the tunnels and even gotten some lay of this land, kamui supposes it is all warranted. at home, a trip to the pharmacy, assuming it's in one piece, can be all he needs if that, given over to that quick healing his body is predisposed to. but here...well he's not sure. it's not quite the same, but there is something, even if he has no clear notion of what 'it' is. the illness of something half-requited being more damning nearly than wholly unrequited, trying to root and grow and bloom in his lungs is, however, separate from any propensity for healing. love isn't physical anyway at its most poisonous and also most blessed form; it never is.
not that kamui knows that's what that is either!
a veritable smorgasbord of absence.
doing one's best may not be enough here and probably wasn't at home either.
a feeling throughout wakening here of loss and a weight of it presses down on the edges of kamui's thoughts and emotions, but in this moment it's enough to focus on the immediate. yuuto. the gift he presents. a floating sort of politeness kamui feels prod at something anxious in him though he cannot pinpoint precisely why. he blinks again, hesitating. ]
What about you? Do you also have...something to protect yourself with?
[ even as he asks, he accepts the dagger mostly to inspect it, eying the make. it doesn't feel like something anybody would just 'find' in this ruined city. ]
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not that kamui knows that's what that is either!
a veritable smorgasbord of absence.
doing one's best may not be enough here and probably wasn't at home either.
a feeling throughout wakening here of loss and a weight of it presses down on the edges of kamui's thoughts and emotions, but in this moment it's enough to focus on the immediate. yuuto. the gift he presents. a floating sort of politeness kamui feels prod at something anxious in him though he cannot pinpoint precisely why. he blinks again, hesitating. ]
What about you? Do you also have...something to protect yourself with?
[ even as he asks, he accepts the dagger mostly to inspect it, eying the make. it doesn't feel like something anybody would just 'find' in this ruined city. ]