( it’s a reach answered poorly; rather than take kizuna’s hand gently or lace fingers, kirma grabs him by the wrist, a grip just tight enough for the pressure to turn uncomfortable. the violence seething within him is tempered by the satisfaction of an earlier outburst, in an earlier place, but it’s far from subsided. such is the punishment of the house. )
This place seems—
( ridiculous. hideous. normally, he wouldn’t be so judgemental. the entire resort is gaudy, loud, and over-the-top, so it’s natural that the arcade would be no different in that respect. kizuna is hardly at fault that, nor is he to blame for his overwhelm— well. sometimes, he isn’t. right now… with tremendous struggle, kirma bites down on whatever scathing remark he had for their surroundings, focusing instead of dragging kizuna out of the space. literally, if he must. )
no subject
This place seems—
( ridiculous. hideous. normally, he wouldn’t be so judgemental. the entire resort is gaudy, loud, and over-the-top, so it’s natural that the arcade would be no different in that respect. kizuna is hardly at fault that, nor is he to blame for his overwhelm— well. sometimes, he isn’t. right now… with tremendous struggle, kirma bites down on whatever scathing remark he had for their surroundings, focusing instead of dragging kizuna out of the space. literally, if he must. )
Ghosts, or people? ( just so he knows. )