@pastchased : ✨+ hands him his scarf
there’s not even a chance to finish his ‘ welcome home ’ as the boy of gold storms in, a fistful of yellow cloth meeting his own hand. shinra blinked down at the wrinkle-wrought fabric, thinking it was...dirty or something of the sort ━━━ only words given are electric ones, an ‘i don’t want to do this anymore’. in that moment do paternal features soften, hand - still holding the scarf that had more than enough meaning - falling back to his side.
must be tough, carrying all that weight on such young shoulders. ever since...the age of 13, if he remembers correctly. ( unfortunately, he does. ) the man shifts down a bit to meet masaomi’s height, placing a hand upon that shoulder of his. ❛ you don’t have to. ❜
soft affection .
