[ seimei’s smile spreads, almost menacingly, but he doesn’t really have any interest in explaining everything else about himself.
he lets it hang just long enough to make it seem like he’s going to, though; like he’s going to brag about all the blood on his hands and all the torture that he’s put others through, but that reveals too much. saying that he set fire because of a crush is almost sweet, he thinks. ]
I told you, I looked at my mother’s diary! That’s worse than anything you’ve done. [ teasing, teasing, but he needs to redirect. ] Oh, I threw away a gift that my brother received once. It’s not a crime, but it’s pretty terrible, don’t you think?
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[ seimei’s smile spreads, almost menacingly, but he doesn’t really have any interest in explaining everything else about himself.
he lets it hang just long enough to make it seem like he’s going to, though; like he’s going to brag about all the blood on his hands and all the torture that he’s put others through, but that reveals too much. saying that he set fire because of a crush is almost sweet, he thinks. ]
I told you, I looked at my mother’s diary! That’s worse than anything you’ve done. [ teasing, teasing, but he needs to redirect. ] Oh, I threw away a gift that my brother received once. It’s not a crime, but it’s pretty terrible, don’t you think?