[god. this man had the worst kicked puppy dog eyes imaginable. it almost makes him feel guilty.

once suzaku has completed the last character, he withdraws his arm. it hurts and hurts badly, but he hides it all behind a stoic mask, wiping off some of the blood with his other sleeve. which meant salvaging his shirt was pretty much a lost cause, but at least he can ease a bit of the pain.]

I don't suppose we can just pretend this never happened.

[he looks back at suzaku as the usual ice returns to his tone.]

You're downright dangerous with a blade, aren't you? Gotta admit, it's a little unnerving.