[ He's about ready to say goodbye and walk out, but then Kaito says that first again. Feeling a soft breath escape him again, Mamoru tries to put on the most gentle expression he can - something that's not too hard for him, really, it comes to him so naturally - to show he's not mad at the other. It's not like he hadn't suffered for a long time, but.. still. He's not going to blame Kaito. Not when the other tohught he was doing the right thing in his own way. ]
It's alright. [ And since that feels a little short for the topic, since he doesn't want to be dismissive-- ] Really, I mean it. Let's talk more later when I get back, okay? We can eat the cookies together then too.
[ And with that promise and a smile, he's already off so he won't have to let Kiraki wait too long. She said she might still be lingering around the Church, so he's looking around for a little bit before realising she must have left already.
Which means going to the exit and grabbing a bunch of clothes that don't look as odd as his Sakura coat on the way. It's still nothing too creative - a leather jacket with a black shirt, pants and boots - but enough that should do for going outside. It's not as if he pays much attention to what he looks like anyway, this is just about practicality and not leaving Kiraki hanging too long, waiting by herself.
He manages to find the tea shop thanks to Kaito's directions, already spotting her sitting there through the window. His pace quickens a little bit as he walks inside, politely bowing to the server in the back (it must be someone with Botan, considering how it's usually worked with their fronts for the Church and all, he thinks) before he turns towards Kiraki.
Even if it makes him stop for a moment. Despite the fact that they're not exactly normal people anymore, she's still sitting there in a fairly cute outfit, including the hair clips.. it leaves him staring for a moment, especially when his gaze falls from her face to spot the necklace she's wearing.
He gave that to her what feels like so long ago. They hadn't seen each other for maybe half a year, but it feels like a different lifetime - a different life, that only small things like those are memories of. ]
I'm here. [ He finally manages to force the words out. ] Sorry for being late.
[ A moment later Mamoru is already quickly moving to sit on the seat opposite to hers, like he's trying to not put emphasis on the fact that he was clearly gaping at her for a moment there but just.. well, sucks at covering it up. ]
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It's alright. [ And since that feels a little short for the topic, since he doesn't want to be dismissive-- ] Really, I mean it. Let's talk more later when I get back, okay? We can eat the cookies together then too.
[ And with that promise and a smile, he's already off so he won't have to let Kiraki wait too long. She said she might still be lingering around the Church, so he's looking around for a little bit before realising she must have left already.
Which means going to the exit and grabbing a bunch of clothes that don't look as odd as his Sakura coat on the way. It's still nothing too creative - a leather jacket with a black shirt, pants and boots - but enough that should do for going outside. It's not as if he pays much attention to what he looks like anyway, this is just about practicality and not leaving Kiraki hanging too long, waiting by herself.
He manages to find the tea shop thanks to Kaito's directions, already spotting her sitting there through the window. His pace quickens a little bit as he walks inside, politely bowing to the server in the back (it must be someone with Botan, considering how it's usually worked with their fronts for the Church and all, he thinks) before he turns towards Kiraki.
Even if it makes him stop for a moment. Despite the fact that they're not exactly normal people anymore, she's still sitting there in a fairly cute outfit, including the hair clips.. it leaves him staring for a moment, especially when his gaze falls from her face to spot the necklace she's wearing.
He gave that to her what feels like so long ago. They hadn't seen each other for maybe half a year, but it feels like a different lifetime - a different life, that only small things like those are memories of. ]
I'm here. [ He finally manages to force the words out. ] Sorry for being late.
[ A moment later Mamoru is already quickly moving to sit on the seat opposite to hers, like he's trying to not put emphasis on the fact that he was clearly gaping at her for a moment there but just.. well, sucks at covering it up. ]