[Baren's response was short - simple. An OK emoji. In the end, he was fine. He'd always be fine. He found a healer to take care of his hands so that they didn't hurt but - he'd have to figure something out about the scars. They're not as bad as they could've been, sure, but they're distracting. Maybe it's nothing some makeup couldn't fix but - he's not yet ready to come back to modeling. His dramatic leave can last a bit longer.
It's just... he doesn't like to be alone.
Now more than ever. It's an odd night, where Nikkai is preoccupied with prior plans, same for Kashuu. Zoro is working at a different bar and Baren - Baren can't ask any of them to cancel for him. For all Fawkes had done for him, he doesn't feel comfortable calling him either.
But Chuuya ought to be working.
It took him upwards of ten minutes to decide to enter the Inkwell, only after he got tired of himself for hovering outside. When he walks in, he's still wearing a long cardigan to cover his arms, gloves on his hands. It's fashion, obviously. Just fashion. He's ready to explain that when -
A thought bubble appears above his head: Has he always looked at me like that?
Yes, moron.
Still it weirds him out and he doesn't quite realize that his thoughts are hovering right overhead.
He takes a seat at a stool and waits, tilting his head as he just watches Chuuya work. The tension slowly leaves his shoulders in the presence of someone familiar. Someone important.]
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It's just... he doesn't like to be alone.
Now more than ever. It's an odd night, where Nikkai is preoccupied with prior plans, same for Kashuu. Zoro is working at a different bar and Baren - Baren can't ask any of them to cancel for him. For all Fawkes had done for him, he doesn't feel comfortable calling him either.
But Chuuya ought to be working.
It took him upwards of ten minutes to decide to enter the Inkwell, only after he got tired of himself for hovering outside. When he walks in, he's still wearing a long cardigan to cover his arms, gloves on his hands. It's fashion, obviously. Just fashion. He's ready to explain that when -
A thought bubble appears above his head: Has he always looked at me like that?
Yes, moron.
Still it weirds him out and he doesn't quite realize that his thoughts are hovering right overhead.
He takes a seat at a stool and waits, tilting his head as he just watches Chuuya work. The tension slowly leaves his shoulders in the presence of someone familiar. Someone important.]