[He just needed some time. A shift in mindset, repeated blows to his band and his personal life, and the fact that Squalo's joke of planning a war was, in reality, something more than just a joke had all combined into a weight so heavy that Koumei had confined himself to his room for a while to deal. But he was feeling himself again...moreso than before. And he was always ready to be with one of the few people he trusted with any certainty in this city.
A sorrowful shadow settled over Koumei's heart with Squalo's words-- a shadow that was all too familiar for reasons that he couldn't begin to define-- but the deep reverberation of the man's voice was as calming as it was piercing.
Fingers danced upon the keys, foot pressed down on the pedal to draw out the chords to a solemn whisper.
This, truly, was someone he didn't mind standing beside at all. ]
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A sorrowful shadow settled over Koumei's heart with Squalo's words-- a shadow that was all too familiar for reasons that he couldn't begin to define-- but the deep reverberation of the man's voice was as calming as it was piercing.
Fingers danced upon the keys, foot pressed down on the pedal to draw out the chords to a solemn whisper.
This, truly, was someone he didn't mind standing beside at all. ]