For his part, Fakir himself was still in too much of a state of numbness to process what they were saying.
"Let me in, please."
There was something about what had he done and how could he and you are a horrible person, but he droned it out. There were two things on his mind right now: ballet, and Chika. Reality's cruel rules said he could not realistically have both.
"Let me IN, please."
A man stood in front of him, ostensibly her host father, and tried his best to look big and intimidating. He began leaning forward and really droning it out on Fakir, laying into him something fierce. This was getting him nowhere, standing and waiting to be let in nicely.
"LET ME IN. I need to see Chika, and if you do not let me, I will EXTRACT HER and take her to where we can talk without your intrusion." His hand strayed to his left hip, where no sword had rested for some months
( ... )
Her door was open a crack but she wasn't talking just yet. Instead she was curled up on her bed, a manga in her hands whose pages she hadn't turned for at least half an hour. Little drops had spattered them.
No answer came to his beckoning knock. He waited for a second, and then, with a deep breath, he pushed the door open slightly.
"With your permission," he said, and waited. He was very aware of how delicate the situation was, upon how thin of a strand it hung. This was the last place he'd want to be. Given his own choice, he'd sweep Chika up, and take her with him, but this was not how it looked to be turning out.
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"Let me in, please."
There was something about what had he done and how could he and you are a horrible person, but he droned it out. There were two things on his mind right now: ballet, and Chika. Reality's cruel rules said he could not realistically have both.
"Let me IN, please."
A man stood in front of him, ostensibly her host father, and tried his best to look big and intimidating. He began leaning forward and really droning it out on Fakir, laying into him something fierce. This was getting him nowhere, standing and waiting to be let in nicely.
"LET ME IN. I need to see Chika, and if you do not let me, I will EXTRACT HER and take her to where we can talk without your intrusion." His hand strayed to his left hip, where no sword had rested for some months ( ... )
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"With your permission," he said, and waited. He was very aware of how delicate the situation was, upon how thin of a strand it hung. This was the last place he'd want to be. Given his own choice, he'd sweep Chika up, and take her with him, but this was not how it looked to be turning out.
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It was heartache.
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