#glad im usingit. HDKJD /lh

[deimosatellite]

here screw it take a tiny wip from my kazurei

Kazuki looked at the floor, suddenly feeling a twist in his gut. The last thing he wanted to do was pry, but everything was off from the minute Rei picked up the call from his father: sullen to steadfast, movements intentioned as a marionette.

Movements with purpose as purpose had breathed artificial life into him.

When he finally looked back up at Rei, he noticed the man had turned away, head tilted downward to obscure his face completely. Kazuki only continued to stare as Rei lifted his arms to run slender, scarred fingers through dark hair, pulling it back from his face. Pronounced shoulderblades moved beneath his white dress shirt, like wings trying to escape underneath pale skin. Between graceful, mechanical, and grotesque.

He'd missed a few strands, but his hair was tied back, and he finally turned back toward Kazuki. He was squinting slightly, Kazuki noted, probably from adjusting to the light that now invaded his blue eyes directly.

Rei wasn't used to the light.