[ it takes nic a moment to recall who this tsuna is — names weren't much to him these days, faces and behaviors cataloged away in his mind instead. possum, he remembers. and already he regrets letting the boy sit beside him that day.
instead of answering right away, he climbs back into a sitting position, body moving in heavy, sluggish gestures before he's got a back to the shelf once more, one knee drawn up while the other stretched out to just barely touch the other shelf across. ]
we HaD a disAgREeMenT.
[ maybe it is hinata's business, but only insofar as it would be the business of anyone who'd been around the observation deck that day — by extension. his reasons for doing what he did were his alone, and one he isn't particularly keen on divulging, whether due to pride or shame or an odd mixture of both.
(or maybe because he realizes it had never been his business in the first place.) ]
no subject
instead of answering right away, he climbs back into a sitting position, body moving in heavy, sluggish gestures before he's got a back to the shelf once more, one knee drawn up while the other stretched out to just barely touch the other shelf across. ]
we HaD a disAgREeMenT.
[ maybe it is hinata's business, but only insofar as it would be the business of anyone who'd been around the observation deck that day — by extension. his reasons for doing what he did were his alone, and one he isn't particularly keen on divulging, whether due to pride or shame or an odd mixture of both.
(or maybe because he realizes it had never been his business in the first place.) ]