( makoto musters a look of perfect innocence as he taps his own chest with a forefinger — regardless of whether or not it's genuine or entirely feigned, it ends up clashing against his odd gray-on-red eyes and strange demeanor. still, it's not an unfounded suspicion. were he still mortal, he would most likely question someone who looked like him and asked such a question in such a manner as well. )
I wouldn't have any reason to do such a thing. I'm stuck in this situation, just the same as you. ( his thin shoulders shrug underneath the pale fabric of the robe before he shifts, propping himself up with his arms, palms flat against the ground. ) I suppose there's a possibility the guards are trying to pull one over on us, knowing that we might be trying to overhear, but... hm. ( he shakes his head. ) I feel like believing that is just closing our eyes to the possibility of what might — or will — happen.
no subject
( makoto musters a look of perfect innocence as he taps his own chest with a forefinger — regardless of whether or not it's genuine or entirely feigned, it ends up clashing against his odd gray-on-red eyes and strange demeanor. still, it's not an unfounded suspicion. were he still mortal, he would most likely question someone who looked like him and asked such a question in such a manner as well. )
I wouldn't have any reason to do such a thing. I'm stuck in this situation, just the same as you. ( his thin shoulders shrug underneath the pale fabric of the robe before he shifts, propping himself up with his arms, palms flat against the ground. ) I suppose there's a possibility the guards are trying to pull one over on us, knowing that we might be trying to overhear, but... hm. ( he shakes his head. ) I feel like believing that is just closing our eyes to the possibility of what might — or will — happen.