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Having actually not met anyone with a split personality, Sakuya was rather intrigued by it, until he stepped into her personal space. Again. Apparently, backing off multiple times wasn't enough to get the message across.
"W-well maybe it's about time you learned to," she said, this time taking a step forward in an attempt to push him back.
When he pointed out her lack of foresight, she was about to get mad, but something about his laugh threw her off this time. It didn't seem...insane? It didn't remind of her Flandre, at least. Though that relieved her, Shiki himself didn't seem so happy about it.
"What's wrong, is sounding normal something so terrible to you?" she asked, crossing her arms.
@Verite
For perhaps the first time since awakening, Nanaya gave a brief scowl, as though flustered. For a flash, it seemed like any trace of his usual calm, cool-headed, condescending, and calculated self had been replaced by one that was more prone to emotions like embarrassment. The fact that he didn't feel like himself for a moment meant that Tohno was slowly coming back to his senses. Nanaya knew the return was inevitable, and that soon, he'd be sent back to sleep.
Ah, but what a pain. Who knew he'd have grown attached to existing once again?
Still, he attempted to maintain that composure of his that he liked to associate with. It was one thing he liked to say belonged to him and him alone. A trait that was unique to him, and not the faker.
"Tch. Very funny," Shiki grunted, crossing his arms, before a small idea would pop into his head.
"Tell you what; if you have any more pesky questions, I'll answer, provided you fix me up. It's the least you could do for causing it. And the tent. And the trouble."
Truly, he had no tact.
Normally, he'd feel comfortable enough to throw in a casual insult, maybe petty name-calling like "broad" or "wench," but alas, he wasn't feeling very comfortable at the moment, was he?
Well, probably serves him right.
@Kaykay
Ah, but what a pain. Who knew he'd have grown attached to existing once again?
Still, he attempted to maintain that composure of his that he liked to associate with. It was one thing he liked to say belonged to him and him alone. A trait that was unique to him, and not the faker.
"Tch. Very funny," Shiki grunted, crossing his arms, before a small idea would pop into his head.
"Tell you what; if you have any more pesky questions, I'll answer, provided you fix me up. It's the least you could do for causing it. And the tent. And the trouble."
Truly, he had no tact.
Normally, he'd feel comfortable enough to throw in a casual insult, maybe petty name-calling like "broad" or "wench," but alas, he wasn't feeling very comfortable at the moment, was he?
Well, probably serves him right.
@Kaykay