[ Akin to letting something large and destructive loose amidst lace and glass, Set never fails to collide bodily with Communion forged between himself and others. A purposeful swipe of tail, the curling of claws against a nice carpet or well-tended floorboards, the collision of a body against a door — threatening to tear the thing down at its hinges, splinter it to pieces. ( He had turned his fists against at least eight people, masked and unidentifiable, in order to find someone who had hidden their own identity at a masquerade — hiding from him is, at best, a game he feels he is challenged to play. ) ]
M.
[ Despite his obvious presence, he picks the subtle presence up as if indulging himself in secrets and ciphers, rather than being entirely capable of such things. For few think those with bold, colorful personality are capable of their own unseen machinations, as if being obscene and vulnerable were not as much a mask to wear as one who always remained in the shadows.
He sounds pleased to hear from the young creature, waving the 'letter' upon which Makoto's sense appears. Reading from it, as if receiving correspondence with a penpal. ]
You may, in fact, inquire. I will even deign to tell you — I am enjoying a free schedule tonight.
[ Himself and all his machinations and moving parts. ]
no subject
M.
[ Despite his obvious presence, he picks the subtle presence up as if indulging himself in secrets and ciphers, rather than being entirely capable of such things. For few think those with bold, colorful personality are capable of their own unseen machinations, as if being obscene and vulnerable were not as much a mask to wear as one who always remained in the shadows.
He sounds pleased to hear from the young creature, waving the 'letter' upon which Makoto's sense appears. Reading from it, as if receiving correspondence with a penpal. ]
You may, in fact, inquire. I will even deign to tell you — I am enjoying a free schedule tonight.
[ Himself and all his machinations and moving parts. ]