Making Friends [Open!]

Itachi Lykoi · 08-06-2011, 02:43 PM

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The other proved to be more boyish than his younger relative. Disappointment tugged at the wolf face plain as a clouded, pessimistic day. Disapproval seemed fierce in red and green eyes, but Itachi cared little to adjust his demeanour merely because someone’s feelings were hurt. Insolent words rose instead of spewing out the answers Itachi desired, though the corners of the blonde’s lips seemed to curl upward just slightly as the words washed over his ears. The answer Range had sought had already been granted if he had taken the time and effort to see and hear. It was true that Itachi had offered only crumbs in return, but fragmented truths were better than nothing. Or not, according to the Soul male.

The strange boy bowed, and proved a vivid contrast to the unkind words served moments earlier. The red eyed hybrid did not adore the mixed signals he was being given at this moment. Then, Range stepped backwards and away from him, and it was the beginning of the end. It seemed like a rather strange way to depart, but perhaps it was purpose to the man’s movement that he failed to pick up. It was difficult to read other creatures, for Itachi knew only a minimum of emotions and their functions. The golden pelted male’s act was much simpler. He turned from the jogging man and let scarlet focus wander elsewhere. Ignorance was bliss, though he didn’t know if he should pity or envy the other for this.

Now, Itachi wished to feel the moist breath of sea against his face. Feet started to move in the direction of salty shores, away from the perfumed forests of sunlit faces..

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