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[thekissoflife]

 ((Note that Fuuka doesn't yet have a bird to take written messages, so any threads here will initially be a private telepathic conversation between Fuuka and your character.))

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a million years later.

[lackofprotein]

...

[No. No, he wouldn't, but it didn't make it any less frustrating to hear. Trying to argue against that point wouldn't do any good, either, because he didn't want to needlessly make her upset about technicalities. After all, he was supposed to throw himself head first into danger to protect those around him, wasn't like he hadn't done it countless times before while running through Tartarus, but hearing Fuuka say much of the same was not something that settled well with him.

And yet, he wouldn't have expected anything less. Probably why he knew no matter what he said, it still wouldn't of changed her mind.

A thought that continued to linger when he felt that tug on his coat, steel-grey eyes drawing themselves up from the pavement to stare up at her. A flicker of a question, until he saw her move towards the tables and was wordlessly getting up from the ground to follow her. Slowly, and lagging behind a good few seconds, but eventually he'll move to settle in the chair across from where the young girl sat.

A part of him still wanting to keep a bit of a distance, but more for his own comfort than anything else at the moment.]

Relying on Eikichi might be the only choice we have. Trying to outrun Castor won't work for me, at least not for very long. [The last part was spoke softly, but he was more willing to figure out some kind of solution that didn't involve either of them getting hurt. He was more adamant about making sure it wasn't Fuuka, of course, if such an incident were to happen again, but if there was a way to keep the two of them safe than he wasn't about to shoot her down.

But her next few questions gets him to fall quiet again. Attention turning towards the table between them, because he'd been trying to figure that out himself, and had a sinking feeling he already knew the answers to it. If only partly.

He just wasn't sure if this was something that he wanted to tell Fuuka about. Which is why there's a hesitation in the way his eyes darted from her to the table once again.]

Must of started around the time I was having trouble sleeping. Though I don't see how that would trigger Castor to act out, there was no warnings until...

[Shinji didn't think he had to say it, so he simply stopped there.]

a small pathetic tag

[thekissoflife]

[That's right... Castor's summoning usually leaves Shinjiro weak, doesn't it? At least when Castor comes out of his own volition. Still, if it's long enough to get within range of someone who was able to protect them...

Her eyes draw up to her senpai when he starts to explain his suspicions, and something about his expression told her that he had an idea, if he was maybe reluctant to share it for whatever reason.

No warnings until it had happened, of course. Fuuka is quiet, gaze on the table, before it lifts to Shinjiro again.]

...is that all?

[You look like you still have more on your mind, Shinjiro. Tell her. They need to work through this together.]

lies and slander. it's a cute and glorious tag. :>

[lackofprotein]

[He recoils a little into his coat, when Fuuka's gaze hits him. Looking for all the world a lot more uncomfortable, but considering what the topic was about, having to talk about things this personal always made him reluctant to say much to start with.

He knew if he just kept quiet, nothing would get solved, but he didn't think explaining the events leading up to Castor's outburst in detail would really help the situation either. If anything he was confident she'd only worry more, and it's a thought that keeps him silent for a long moment. The hands currently resting over the table's surface curling into loose fists as he focused attention down towards them, before he eventually gives in with a tired sigh.]

No. [He'll shift back against his chair, finally turning his eyes up to Fuuka once more.] How much do you know about the side effects of suppressors?

man i don't remember this game junk..... oh well

[thekissoflife]

[She watches quietly, eyes idly drawing down to the hands that are curling on the table. There was something more on his mind, but it seems like he was struggling to part with the idea for whatever reason.

He finally gives a no, and Fuuka frowns gently, brow furrowing slightly. Isn't Castor's attack all the more reason not to withhold information from each other? She frowns, but then Shinjiro's already moving the conversation along.

A little sigh as she takes the cup of tea and sips at it, shaking her head afterward slightly.]

It's been awhile... I don't fully recall them. [...maybe she would try again in a bit.]