Oct 31, 2009 16:18
[For several long moments, the young man in blue simply stares ahead, a muscle jumping erratically in his jaw, though otherwise he's calm and still. His posture is very straight, almost painfully so, and he gives the impression that the owner of the first off-color remark made to him will hurt. A lot.]
...Yamato is not yours. It is mine.
I suggest that it finds its way back to me. Now.
vergil