[ It's some kind of unofficial talent that he has: cracking people open and catching what trickled out. Even if mundane methods like these lazy circles weren't especially his favorite. Still, take a gun to a powder keg and all you'd end up with was a mess, so he goes on, temperate and dynamic. ]

What a face. [ He's partly sympathetic, and yet genuinely warm. Humanity was something he'd always liked, though he might say differently, if asked. Shouta exhales like a veritable puncture to the air around them. ] Time isn't always the kindest thing you're going to deal with when you're trying to remember enough for everyone. You're the one that ends up trapped in the end, because it's a hell of a tall order.

Though I'd probably disagree with you on that letting anyone down part.

[ He moves then just to stir the atmosphere, extending an arm as if in invitation. ]

What do you want to know?