[ keigo was fairly equally frustrated with the situation, but more for his own childish mannerisms and how sensitive he was being over this whole thing. it was stupid, why couldn't he just accept things as they were? maybe because he was tired of doing that for so long.
though he couldn't really argue that the position he was in wasn't really conducive to having a serious conversation. it felt secure, in a way, but just as childish as anything else he was doing in that moment.
he didn't really say anything as renji pulled on the covers, but he didn't pull back, either. he let renji expose him to the air, and it didn't seem like anything was amiss until the blanket dropped past his neck.
everything from his shoulders to his pectorals was a bit... wrong. red and raw flesh, broken quills and scattered downy fluff that had littered the floor and now the bed. a small pile had formed around keigo, circling him like some kind of ritualistic sigil to keep him hidden away.
but maybe the oddest part was that for how clear it was that this was self-inflicted, keigo didn't try to hide it. instead, he looked up at renji with the same petulant face as he always did, red-rimmed eyes and pursed lips completing his otherwise typical look. no shame graced his face, except maybe the shame that came with being unable to explain himself from a moment ago. ]
Fine... I dunno what there is to say...
[ probably a few things, now that this had been exposed. keigo's fingers twitched against his thighs, as if itching for something to do. ]
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though he couldn't really argue that the position he was in wasn't really conducive to having a serious conversation. it felt secure, in a way, but just as childish as anything else he was doing in that moment.
he didn't really say anything as renji pulled on the covers, but he didn't pull back, either. he let renji expose him to the air, and it didn't seem like anything was amiss until the blanket dropped past his neck.
everything from his shoulders to his pectorals was a bit... wrong. red and raw flesh, broken quills and scattered downy fluff that had littered the floor and now the bed. a small pile had formed around keigo, circling him like some kind of ritualistic sigil to keep him hidden away.
but maybe the oddest part was that for how clear it was that this was self-inflicted, keigo didn't try to hide it. instead, he looked up at renji with the same petulant face as he always did, red-rimmed eyes and pursed lips completing his otherwise typical look. no shame graced his face, except maybe the shame that came with being unable to explain himself from a moment ago. ]
Fine... I dunno what there is to say...
[ probably a few things, now that this had been exposed. keigo's fingers twitched against his thighs, as if itching for something to do. ]