"Aramat," Tooru said again, using his captain voice. The voice that got all but Mad Dog-chan to listen to him. "Stop. Now."
He spared Sariel a glance, felt his stomach roil in disgust and didn't bother to hide his disgust before turning his attention to Aramat. "You're right; I don't. But I think doing whatever you're planning to do in public is poor planning. We don't want too much attention on us."
He reached out and put a hand on her's.
The truth is he feels out of his depth in this. He's eighteen, barely an adult in the eyes of his world. And here he is between two murderous adults trying to play mediator.
He tries not to show any of that. If he can handle Mad Dog-chan, he can handle this. Right?
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He spared Sariel a glance, felt his stomach roil in disgust and didn't bother to hide his disgust before turning his attention to Aramat. "You're right; I don't. But I think doing whatever you're planning to do in public is poor planning. We don't want too much attention on us."
He reached out and put a hand on her's.
The truth is he feels out of his depth in this. He's eighteen, barely an adult in the eyes of his world. And here he is between two murderous adults trying to play mediator.
He tries not to show any of that. If he can handle Mad Dog-chan, he can handle this. Right?