[No more kid gloves, right? And you've always liked it when he was direct --
-- but he's also incredibly cute when he isn't, see. You've witnessed that for yourself back in Ireland, worrisome as it was, and now you can see another example from Makoto.
The setting: a rainy night in Tokyo, one that Makoto's idling away in his apartment. The scene: a quiet knock, a stilted conversation on the intercom before Makoto's finally opening that door and finding one very young and very vulnerable looking Blade King on his doorstep. Watch those eyes as they finally tear themselves away from his shoes, and look up. See those lips part, then quiver, then watch the rest of his face break.
"I... I'm sorry. Can I come in?"
It's uncanny, isn't it? How young he can sound.
Yes. Makoto would like to think he's doing you a favor, LaRue.]
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[No more kid gloves, right? And you've always liked it when he was direct --
-- but he's also incredibly cute when he isn't, see. You've witnessed that for yourself back in Ireland, worrisome as it was, and now you can see another example from Makoto.
The setting: a rainy night in Tokyo, one that Makoto's idling away in his apartment. The scene: a quiet knock, a stilted conversation on the intercom before Makoto's finally opening that door and finding one very young and very vulnerable looking Blade King on his doorstep. Watch those eyes as they finally tear themselves away from his shoes, and look up. See those lips part, then quiver, then watch the rest of his face break.
"I... I'm sorry. Can I come in?"
It's uncanny, isn't it? How young he can sound.
Yes. Makoto would like to think he's doing you a favor, LaRue.]