[ questionable fashion thinks alike. but, ryo isn't exactly an adult. he looks like one, maybe, with the way he hides himself under layers of fabric and smokes cigarettes less for his nerves and more so that he doesn't look like he's full of them. it smooths his sharp edges, gives him something to chew on that isn't the inside of his own lip.
but, largely, it's the sunglasses. they square out his face, distract from the softer angles of his jaw. he prefers it that way. he's less susceptible, vulnerable. ]
Isn't it strange that no one's caught anything? [ he asks, as if he hadn't heard the question. his attention flits from the lake, settles on yuri. it's more felt than seen, a tangible weight. still, it only lingers temporarily, before returning again to the water. maybe he did hear that question after all. maybe he's leading yuri to reach his own conclusions. maybe he's deflecting. ] Think about it. You weren't the first one to end up in the lake.
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but, largely, it's the sunglasses. they square out his face, distract from the softer angles of his jaw. he prefers it that way. he's less susceptible, vulnerable. ]
Isn't it strange that no one's caught anything? [ he asks, as if he hadn't heard the question. his attention flits from the lake, settles on yuri. it's more felt than seen, a tangible weight. still, it only lingers temporarily, before returning again to the water. maybe he did hear that question after all. maybe he's leading yuri to reach his own conclusions. maybe he's deflecting. ] Think about it. You weren't the first one to end up in the lake.