Sounds like Daisy. [There's a very flat, perturbed note in Koby's voice, despite how awful he feels. Never miss an opportunity to get huffy about something.
Mihawk scoops him up and for a moment something in Koby tenses, waiting for something to shatter or crack or splinter. Nothing does, though -- which makes sense, someone as attuned to his surroundings as Mihawk does nothing carelessly. Still, the obvious care is something thoroughly unfamiliar to Koby, who is still awestruck each time Mihawk makes any sort of contact. It never hurts. It's never too much. It's always somehow exactly what Koby needs in that exact moment.
What does that mean? Perhaps part of the vulnerability Koby's feeling is how easily he'd slipped into this odd arrangement with Mihawk. He should be on edge, constantly walking on eggshells and preparing himself for danger, or at the least an annoyed altercation. But he isn't, not at all. In fact, the thought of Mihawk taking him back to the house -- back home -- fills Koby with a relief so acute it's nearly an ache.
Shifting a bit so his cheek is pillowed on Mihawk's shoulder, Koby exhales shakily, hands curling together in his lap.] No, it's -- very, very complicated. I can be upset about lots of different things, all together. I'm talented that way. [Is self-deprecation a good or bad sign?]
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Mihawk scoops him up and for a moment something in Koby tenses, waiting for something to shatter or crack or splinter. Nothing does, though -- which makes sense, someone as attuned to his surroundings as Mihawk does nothing carelessly. Still, the obvious care is something thoroughly unfamiliar to Koby, who is still awestruck each time Mihawk makes any sort of contact. It never hurts. It's never too much. It's always somehow exactly what Koby needs in that exact moment.
What does that mean? Perhaps part of the vulnerability Koby's feeling is how easily he'd slipped into this odd arrangement with Mihawk. He should be on edge, constantly walking on eggshells and preparing himself for danger, or at the least an annoyed altercation. But he isn't, not at all. In fact, the thought of Mihawk taking him back to the house -- back home -- fills Koby with a relief so acute it's nearly an ache.
Shifting a bit so his cheek is pillowed on Mihawk's shoulder, Koby exhales shakily, hands curling together in his lap.] No, it's -- very, very complicated. I can be upset about lots of different things, all together. I'm talented that way. [Is self-deprecation a good or bad sign?]