[Glancing up from his work, Kit fixed the other boy with a wry expression.]
And we're more rule-breakers than followers, is that it?
[If the shoe fit and all that.
But, as he began carefully writing out the kanji for Hachiman (an altogether more complex name than the other two had been) he wondered, was he still someone who would rather break the rules than follow them? He'd been making great strides toward living honestly. Overlooking, of course, the frequent bids for "work" he sometimes received from people to "acquire" back something of theirs that had gone missing. He was helping people. Keeping up his grades. Staying out of trouble...
...making ofuda in the lobby of an aquarium wasn't trouble-making, was it? Ah, but starting a fight in the stairwell certainly was.
He sighed. Just thinking about this whole mess — his life, their situation, all of it — was inviting another headache. Nevertheless, as soon as he'd completed the name in as neat a fashion as Vincent's pen would allow, Kit turned the slip of paper around so that his companion could inspect it. He trusted his own work, but he was also tired and...not born in Japan as he was beginning to suspect the other teen might have been.]
If this is satisfactory, I'll need you to wield the lighter while I wave it through the fire. I think we'll need to burn some paper in place of incense, too.
[Lighting fires in the lobby... That was definitely breaking some rules, too.]
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And we're more rule-breakers than followers, is that it?
[If the shoe fit and all that.
But, as he began carefully writing out the kanji for Hachiman (an altogether more complex name than the other two had been) he wondered, was he still someone who would rather break the rules than follow them? He'd been making great strides toward living honestly. Overlooking, of course, the frequent bids for "work" he sometimes received from people to "acquire" back something of theirs that had gone missing. He was helping people. Keeping up his grades. Staying out of trouble...
...making ofuda in the lobby of an aquarium wasn't trouble-making, was it? Ah, but starting a fight in the stairwell certainly was.
He sighed. Just thinking about this whole mess — his life, their situation, all of it — was inviting another headache. Nevertheless, as soon as he'd completed the name in as neat a fashion as Vincent's pen would allow, Kit turned the slip of paper around so that his companion could inspect it. He trusted his own work, but he was also tired and...not born in Japan as he was beginning to suspect the other teen might have been.]
If this is satisfactory, I'll need you to wield the lighter while I wave it through the fire. I think we'll need to burn some paper in place of incense, too.
[Lighting fires in the lobby... That was definitely breaking some rules, too.]