( he starts as his expression pinches up, desperately trying to not to become a crying mess. hands still clutching at the construction paper, he turns towards his parents. )
Thank you!! I can't believe—What!
( and then he's practically propelling himself forward to hug the both of them. )
[ He knew this was already going to happen -- had since Ichirou suggested they could get Yukine a car for his birthday. He hugs Yukine and lets himself get pulled in by Ichirou. ]
( stop pegging your son as weepy. sure, it's absolutely true and as his parents they are intimately familiar with it, but it wouldn't hurt to lie a little. act surprised!
meanwhile, it's time for gross clinging while yukine tries to figure out how to get his throat to work again. he only manages a few broken "thank you"s.
then after a moment, when he's a little more composed— )
「 I dunno. I know I'm not the same as that person. Or at least... I'm not that person yet.
I thought murdering people was a fun game as a kid in that life. "Nature vs. nurture" is usually a big debate, but with me, it was nature all the way. Makes me wonder if it's my nature now too. I'm not itching to cause a massacre or anything, but killing my boss... it wasn't fun, but I still did it. And it felt like an accomplishment. 」
[ His head tilts, looking back to Yukine. ]
「 I'm not happy about it, but I'm not really upset either. I guess I just feel out of touch. 」
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