[the touch makes Manabu's skin tingle, eyes going big as his head is tilted up. uncertain, searching eyes try to sus out an answer that isn't there, and his brows knit, pained, at the ask.
how am i supposed to know?!
there's no proper poetry in him to be able to rely on and express his confusion and anguish (probably should've read some of those books Grey's so on about), so he can only struggle to fish out words of little or no value.]
I, I don't know, I-- [his face colors.] I'm really...confused. I don't feel right. [that's true, if vague.]
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on 2024-04-02 06:47 pm (UTC)how am i supposed to know?!
there's no proper poetry in him to be able to rely on and express his confusion and anguish (probably should've read some of those books Grey's so on about), so he can only struggle to fish out words of little or no value.]
I, I don't know, I-- [his face colors.] I'm really...confused. I don't feel right. [that's true, if vague.]