[ dextera doesn’t notice that his body aches from sleeping on the floor until he moves to sit up, and he winces—at least, however, it’s clear on his face. there are small details that haven’t filled in yet, and he looks incomplete, but anyone who looked at him would recognize him.
he looks down at his own hands, when ryo points it out, and he’s quiet for a moment. ]
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he looks down at his own hands, when ryo points it out, and he’s quiet for a moment. ]
…
[ he still can’t go out like this. ]
I’m sorry. For showing up suddenly.