[ the removal of the mask catches his attention, as does the way that the other keeps his face covered. it's too purposeful to be happenstance and even without addressing it, somehow kamui feels himself being intrusive. yet he wanted to be, somehow felt it permissible to more or less demand kim soleum let him into this car. ]
It feels...like everything is dangerous here. Sort of.
[ this gets murmured against kamui's arms, now folded atop his knees, resting on his side in the passenger seat. his gaze he keeps lowered. it's enough that he can smell the familiarity of soleum's scent, oddly warm in the hyper contrast of the season in this disrepaired city. kamui's own mask rests askew on his head, having no need nor desire to hide who he is. even if he had ever wanted to at home, it would have been impossible.
something also that keeps kamui here is the resonance of the cat he remembers from the dream. something had felt so lonely. and it's not that kamui is particularly generous. more so this: the boy who forgets he was ever just a boy was reminded when a cat led him, when a cat at least appeared to trust him. fate will not let him 'just be' or even to 'be just'. not home, not where he must go. but here, strangely, there's an ouroboros between freedom perceived and freedom limited. kamui likes something about soleum, is drawn to him, and so he'll stay his welcome as long as he can. if, at some point he can also help him despite being clearly told it's not his problem, well; he will. ]
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It feels...like everything is dangerous here. Sort of.
[ this gets murmured against kamui's arms, now folded atop his knees, resting on his side in the passenger seat. his gaze he keeps lowered. it's enough that he can smell the familiarity of soleum's scent, oddly warm in the hyper contrast of the season in this disrepaired city. kamui's own mask rests askew on his head, having no need nor desire to hide who he is. even if he had ever wanted to at home, it would have been impossible.
something also that keeps kamui here is the resonance of the cat he remembers from the dream. something had felt so lonely. and it's not that kamui is particularly generous. more so this: the boy who forgets he was ever just a boy was reminded when a cat led him, when a cat at least appeared to trust him. fate will not let him 'just be' or even to 'be just'. not home, not where he must go. but here, strangely, there's an ouroboros between freedom perceived and freedom limited. kamui likes something about soleum, is drawn to him, and so he'll stay his welcome as long as he can. if, at some point he can also help him despite being clearly told it's not his problem, well; he will. ]