For Ryo, it was that he had never quite fit a standard mold despite being human. When others had focused their attention on brightly-colored cartoons, Ryo read from tomes. There was always knowledge to obtain, information he did not possess. His hunger for it extended beyond simple curiosity, but he could never name it. It was just always something he needed. Wanted.
But, for her, it is the singular glove and the tacit removal from direct interaction. He does not (for the moment) ask after it, but pauses only to consider her reluctance to assist. It is not for the realization it might be either out of concern for the self or a high, self-perceived opinion. That was easy to come by for him. No, it was the fact that one was less grating than the other, no matter how understandable.
So, the placid curve of his smile dips in ways minute and imperceptible. It is something easily masked by the passive concentration he affects as he picks up the glass of water and pours it with all the skill of one who has repeated the motion countless times before. Whether it was perfected for simple chemistry or the imbibing of alcohol, the movement isn't discriminant. Both have useful in their own spots.
Ryo gives it a moment for the water to settle in the pieced together glassware and then picks it up without much fanfare. The glue he's used seems to be water insoluble after all, if the lack of water that eats through the once cracks is any indication of it. ]
It holds, [ he says, rotating it to inspect it from front to back. ] Like all glues, it'll eventually wear out [ probably! ], but it'll be useful in the meantime.
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For Ryo, it was that he had never quite fit a standard mold despite being human. When others had focused their attention on brightly-colored cartoons, Ryo read from tomes. There was always knowledge to obtain, information he did not possess. His hunger for it extended beyond simple curiosity, but he could never name it. It was just always something he needed. Wanted.
But, for her, it is the singular glove and the tacit removal from direct interaction. He does not (for the moment) ask after it, but pauses only to consider her reluctance to assist. It is not for the realization it might be either out of concern for the self or a high, self-perceived opinion. That was easy to come by for him. No, it was the fact that one was less grating than the other, no matter how understandable.
So, the placid curve of his smile dips in ways minute and imperceptible. It is something easily masked by the passive concentration he affects as he picks up the glass of water and pours it with all the skill of one who has repeated the motion countless times before. Whether it was perfected for simple chemistry or the imbibing of alcohol, the movement isn't discriminant. Both have useful in their own spots.
Ryo gives it a moment for the water to settle in the pieced together glassware and then picks it up without much fanfare. The glue he's used seems to be water insoluble after all, if the lack of water that eats through the once cracks is any indication of it. ]
It holds, [ he says, rotating it to inspect it from front to back. ] Like all glues, it'll eventually wear out [ probably! ], but it'll be useful in the meantime.