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[he had made a promise. and he supposes, technically? he's keeping it, by waiting for Erika just outside the dormitory wing, one arm slung around a crutch into which he leans, since he still can't put pressure on his injured leg]
[technically he's keeping it, sure. but functionally? he's very much aware that what happens tonight is going to be anything but an upstanding young man making good on his promises]
[there is a bit of tension in his stance, evident from the way he taps his fingers against his waist, subconsciously tracing the outline of the knife he can feel tucked in the back of his pants. he's never done this before-- never wanted to do this in the first place. but when Erika arrives, he pushes that tension aside so he appears perfectly normal]
Are you late, or am I just early?
[. . . it's fine. compose yourself, Kurusu. you've made your choice. you're going to have to live with its consequences]
[technically he's keeping it, sure. but functionally? he's very much aware that what happens tonight is going to be anything but an upstanding young man making good on his promises]
[there is a bit of tension in his stance, evident from the way he taps his fingers against his waist, subconsciously tracing the outline of the knife he can feel tucked in the back of his pants. he's never done this before-- never wanted to do this in the first place. but when Erika arrives, he pushes that tension aside so he appears perfectly normal]
Are you late, or am I just early?
[. . . it's fine. compose yourself, Kurusu. you've made your choice. you're going to have to live with its consequences]
