( For a moment, a tinge of something. It isn't quite concern, he absolutely does not like Yuta enough for that. Recognition, maybe. That desire to do well, to help, offering up parts of oneself without the need for compensation. The permanent bags under Yuta's eyes would suggest he would be better set with getting some sleep, but who is Geto to say otherwise.
He doesn't even have a job. )
I can see the appeal. ( Maybe.
Maybe. ) Have you been here long, Muramasa-san? We must have missed each other.
( Or Geto was in one of his oozing about the place like a criminal phases. Who knows. )
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( For a moment, a tinge of something. It isn't quite concern, he absolutely does not like Yuta enough for that. Recognition, maybe. That desire to do well, to help, offering up parts of oneself without the need for compensation. The permanent bags under Yuta's eyes would suggest he would be better set with getting some sleep, but who is Geto to say otherwise.
He doesn't even have a job. )
I can see the appeal. ( Maybe.
Maybe. ) Have you been here long, Muramasa-san? We must have missed each other.
( Or Geto was in one of his oozing about the place like a criminal phases. Who knows. )