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[contractorly]

You were quite lucky yesterday, November, considering how...close my knife was to your heart before the curse ended.

...A woman's body, again?

-- And a full set of emotions to go with them. A curse?

[ooc: ...He was just woken up, so he hasn't taken a full look at himself yet. The long hair and delicate bone structure made him think he was a

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[letslip]

... Hei?

[contractorly]

...What?

[letslip]

[she be peaking in the door]

... Curse day, mm?

[contractorly]

[shoots her glare, not because he's mad at her! just..struggling with adapting to Kanda's emotional capacity.]

Yes, now leave me alone.

[letslip]

[Thankfully, she's somewhat accustomed to this treatment, nodding a bit and backing up]

If you need anything, I'll be... in my body.

[contractorly]

[there's a frustrated sigh, as Hei presses a hand toward his forehead -- a slight look of struggle on his features.]

...I'm sorry, Carmine. This isn't a good time.

[letslip]

[She pauses, just the slight flicker of her own emotion, quickly hidden]

... Anything I can do?

[contractorly]

[he still doesn't turn to her, taking full use of Kanda's bangs to hide his face]

...I wonder how I dealt with it back then.

[letslip]

[hangs awkwardly in the door frame, cautiously taking a step towards him, sidling]

... Feeling just like everybody else?

[contractorly]

[and for the first time...he admits it.]

...I never lost the feeling. Never this strong.

[letslip]

[She recognizes what it is to admit, hands wringing softly]

What are you feeling now?

[contractorly]

[he turns a quick glance to her, before hiding his face once more.]

Guilt. What else?

[letslip]

Hei...

[Sidles closer, enough to crouch to her knees and look up at him, forlornly]

You don't have to hide that from me.

[contractorly]

[raises a hand to shoo her away, but stops, acknowledging that all she's trying to do is help.]

...Was it ever this hard in South America?

[he finally faces her, the emotion obvious in hi--Kanda's eyes]

It's all a matter of getting accustomed again...

[letslip]

[A sad little smile, and a shrug of bony shoulders.]

... I can't remember.

[Not much anyway. Maybe that was best.]

... Just today. You just have to today.

strikes = private to himself

[contractorly]

[it isn't a smile, but there's a noticeable shift in his attitude.]

It's all right. Who am I to complain? Do you feel this every day, Carmine?

Now I wonder where my body went...