(Mihawk almost doesn't reach Koby's face when he looks stricken, but he persists. He's not sure what struck such a look on Koby's face. It would never occur to him that Koby was worried for him. Mihawk wasn't much of a man who could imagine people being concerned for him in such a way.
It's a strange feeling. Then again, he has never really touched Koby like this either. He doesn't have a base of comparison. Was Koby's face always so soft? The porcelain was an odd feature, but strangely, it suited Koby even if it wasn't ideal.)
That very well may be true.
(He looked that weak.)
No, it does not sound insane.
(Genuinely. He moves closer then and carefully, he slides his arm beneath the bend of Koby's legs while wrapping an arm around his back. He scoops him up easily, carefully, adjusting Koby against him.)
All right? I'll bring you in. (Then there would be no risk of a fall. Expert logic here.)
What's with this sorrow you feel? Is it...(Ugh. He has no clue! What to do here!) Specific or?
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It's a strange feeling. Then again, he has never really touched Koby like this either. He doesn't have a base of comparison. Was Koby's face always so soft? The porcelain was an odd feature, but strangely, it suited Koby even if it wasn't ideal.)
That very well may be true.
(He looked that weak.)
No, it does not sound insane.
(Genuinely. He moves closer then and carefully, he slides his arm beneath the bend of Koby's legs while wrapping an arm around his back. He scoops him up easily, carefully, adjusting Koby against him.)
All right? I'll bring you in. (Then there would be no risk of a fall. Expert logic here.)
What's with this sorrow you feel? Is it...(Ugh. He has no clue! What to do here!) Specific or?