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     She looked away from his eyes for a moment, trying to phrase her sentence right in her head. Or even make a sentence in her head at all. But, she took a deep breath after pondering. Wouldn’t it just be best to say what came to mind first in this situation? Returning her eyes to match his, she placed her hands on her chest, trying to calm herself down.

                       “T-Then, Tanaka-san... Could you perhaps                 reveal your feelings once more? I want to hear them...                 To understand your view more.”

    There were very few classmates that Kazuichi usually bothered to talk to throughout the day. Usually, it had just consisted of Mahiru, Ibuki, or perhaps even Sonia if the mood had particularly struck her that day. ( She still seemed to be quite bitter about the flan incident a few weeks ago, ignoring every pleading apology Kazuichi wept out on his knees. ) Though, there were occasions where he’d find himself paired up with other classmates, and in this case, Gundam Tanaka.

    It wasn’t as if Souda had never spoken to him before. He’d often had Sonia clung to his arm, chatting with him in ways that head Kazuichi to believe that there was a thing between them.

    Shrugging off this thought, Souda sighs, approaching the other.

     He holds up a strangely calm but still slightly wiggling dust-grey kitten;      “Do you want to hold her?”

“So y’know...” The baseball player started. “You’re allowed to stay here as long as ya need. I’m not gonna care alright? Just, don’t mention it. No sap, no thank yous, just stay as long as ya want. Don’t have to pay me either.” 

Leon didn’t really understand the other boy, and he wasn’t going to ask questions if it wasn’t in his place. Still, it did strike Leon as strange that the boy really wasn’t much of a talker. For someone so outgoing, it would take a bit of getting used to to not immediately strike up conversations with him. 

“If you need anything. Lemme know, and I’ll see what I can do, ok? What’s mine, is probably most likely yours. I’m sorry it’s kinda cold in here. But at least, you’ve... Got a scarf?” He tried being optimistic, though it was sort of hard. He knew the room wasn’t exactly great, but he wasn’t gonna switch and let Gundham stay in his bed. What type of person would sacrifice their own bed for someone else to sleep in? 

Kiyotaka just smiled sweetly for a moment, head resting on his hands as he watched the other. What could he say? He liked a bit of healthy debate every now and then, and he was bored without Mondo at his side.

“What makes you think that I’m lying?” He inquired, almost cooing at the breeder, “I don’t sin without justification, either; while the path to hell is paved with good intentions, I can I assure you that those good intentions that led to their damnation aren’t like mine. I’m a good boy, after all ~”

He would admit to a whim or two here and there, of course. Tempers flare, and humanity is stupid, evil and tedious to deal with. Still, he was righteous, this was all to create a paradise and beautiful creatures from sinners’ flesh.

Celestia shook her head ever so slightly at the male’s reaction. It was merely a gesture of good faith, and though the rabbit’s food wasn’t something in Celestia’s opinion to give genuine luck, figured it would at least appease someone’s attempts at getting luckier. She definitely didn’t think that it would cause such a bizarre overreaction.

“I am afraid I do not understand. You wanted luck, yes? This is one way for you to achieve that potential. Sometimes sacrifices must be made if you want to prosper.”

Kiyotaka should have honestly expected something like that. Honestly, even the “casual” clothes he was give weren’t exactly toned down either, but his manager liked him to wear his costume uniform as often as possible. Something about “brand recognition” or something equally ridiculous.

“It’s not garish,” He began, even though it was garish, “And attracting attention is... sort of why I wear it? I have to look the part at all times.”