#god even maki's apathy is completely acceptable by them. used to it. mostly. maki has no idea the kinds of things they've been thru

[dnangelic]

' are we ? ' snap and snarl ; he near butts his head at the lunge of his interrogation , plush doraemon thoroughly ignored . but then his temper simmers , and his arms cross in a huff . despite his difficult appearances , he nevertheless permits the other's touch . it should make him happy : a self-professed lack of distinction and thereby the culmination of tamer and wing as two unified halves of longing , yet something about it still gets under his skin . he doesn't know whether or not the idea , if expressed , would have inspired content or disappointment within makishima , surgical in every observation , so fond of spiritual clean cuts and vivisection , all the while maintaining himself seemingly aloof and exception --- ah , and maybe there lay the irk . ' ... for someone who talks about wanting to see what's inside everybody else all the time , you sure can be dodgy when it comes to us about yourself . ' and just how many others had contented themselves with the mere phantasmal glimpses of makishima's presence ? how many had settled for erudition and philosophy , a brief light of athenian enlightenment before their well-earned grim-ends ? ' ... i don't know whether or not it's because you think you're protecting us , or only just trying to excuse yourself , but i don't like it . ' a flutter at the other's finish , and some shed falls between them --- black feathers and snow-like motes of shattered keratin sheathe . ' flatter and pet me all you want . unfortunately , i'm still not a narcissist . look , you'd better not be looking down on us and our decisions , makishima . if you really want to be all by yourself , then fine --- i couldn't care less if you limped off to die alone somewhere . but you know how daisuke is . ' how his heart never hid anything in its bids for reach . salvation . ' even someone like you ends up "precious" . or are you going to try to say that it's fine for us to completely abandon you because it's you ? '

“Aren't we friends?” He states at the slip, perhaps with a ruthless simplicity, neither directly addressing the deflated bluster nor continuing his own pressing guise once he confirms the mortification. Mildly, he adjusts toward fairness and sets the novel aside, casting away its controlled significance and turning scope of priority elsewhere. Friends, he says, with weightless calm. The familiar degree of challenge shall inevitably return, once the phantom thief is capable of standing proud with heart aflame without any shameful reservations or personas to hold. “You know, I find very little distinction between you.” He admits, evening their gazes as he sets a gloved hand on Dark's shoulder and peers in turn from beneath his unwavering expression of calm. “The shape your suffering takes will be the same without any assistance, or so I've discerned. Do you think I navigate this world with such riskless certainty?...” The corner of his mouth crinkles as he shakes his head lightly and guides the other to be seated where a familiar Doraemon plush awaits. He evaluates the irritated feathered flesh, misting the wings to soothe before he expertly begins to pluck at the worn to allow for the new, coaxing the growth to emerge painlessly. “... Am I winging it, do you think? Or was I prepared to risk a cherished relic to gain your trust in this particular instance and see you comforted, isolated from memory?... How mystifying.” He hums at his handiwork, spritzing the fledgling bound to leave this temporary nest as he questions his own place as chosen sanctuary. Of course, that's not his choice to make. Makishima yields, granting his encouragement with a playful pat on the head. “I'm surprised you've entrusted me with this task despite my teasing. You're free to go now. With enough flaunting your wings for adoring fans and staking your heart in each interpersonal heist... you may find an individual willing to look past everything in order to find you and hold your outstretched hands. Such a connection would be precious, I think. Only you could say if it will be worth the ache and the endeavor... kaitō-kun.”