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May. 15th, 2018 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deontology[You know, arriving back in Cerealia after he pulled the greatest stunt of his life is... a bit of a let down. He's left standing there, still sluggishly bleeding from cuts on his face and arms (thanks, Tenka), staring at the city around him with the lingering, wired tension from the climax of his plan leaving him standing straight and ready.
... There's nothing, though. Nothing to be wary of that could possibly pose a thread to him here, and slowly, he relaxes a bit, breathing out the softest of sighs as he... reaches down to tidy his uniform a bit.
Appearances matter, okay...!!
But.
Also, it's mostly because now that he's suddenly here again, he's at such loose ends as to be unsure what to do, with so much pent up energy that he's... fiddling. He's Sousei, and he doesn't fiddle, but here he is, fiddling with his gloves as he watches the city wander by.
Blood drips down his cheek.
Terrible, really.]
... There's nothing, though. Nothing to be wary of that could possibly pose a thread to him here, and slowly, he relaxes a bit, breathing out the softest of sighs as he... reaches down to tidy his uniform a bit.
Appearances matter, okay...!!
But.
Also, it's mostly because now that he's suddenly here again, he's at such loose ends as to be unsure what to do, with so much pent up energy that he's... fiddling. He's Sousei, and he doesn't fiddle, but here he is, fiddling with his gloves as he watches the city wander by.
Blood drips down his cheek.
Terrible, really.]
