[ dextera understands makoto’s defensiveness every time it arises, but it’s always hard for him to remember what kind of pain this power has already put makoto through. except in the most dire situations, he refrains from using it in the targeted way he’d attacked makoto what feels like a lifetime ago, but he has so many little things he’s come to rely on his purification for that its true fearsomeness often gets obscured by dextera’s habit of mundanity.
he stops when makoto calls out to him, though to his credit, it’s not with any guilty haste. he’s just distracted by the question, and he doesn’t want makoto to worry. ]
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[ there’s a long moment where he tries to figure out a good way to pantomime rot, only to come up short of all possibilities. the more obscure the concept, the more difficult it is to convey.
he sets the bag aside and raises his palm, spelling out a word for makoto’s benefit rather than getting out his shard just yet. ]
no subject
he stops when makoto calls out to him, though to his credit, it’s not with any guilty haste. he’s just distracted by the question, and he doesn’t want makoto to worry. ]
…
[ there’s a long moment where he tries to figure out a good way to pantomime rot, only to come up short of all possibilities. the more obscure the concept, the more difficult it is to convey.
he sets the bag aside and raises his palm, spelling out a word for makoto’s benefit rather than getting out his shard just yet. ]
Fresh.