[Being able to speak his true feelings, the ones he puts in a tightly locked box in a tightly locked box, is a relief. His heart is lighter for it, more free.] Yeah. [The glow consumes him, leaving behind a bright and blinding silhouette. The voice that comes the next time is familiar, slightly deeper, older.]
They may be idiots on multiple occasions, but they're... Family is who you make it.
[The edges of the island world begin to crumble. It isn't a terrifying experience, or it doesn't feel like it should be really. Slowly, like a painting, the world vanishes from the horizon to them. The glow around Damian fades, and Shouto is left with the same thirteen year old pre-teen angst in the middle of town.
Damian regards his palms for a moment or two and then lowers his arms with a small sigh.] Leaving this town can't come quickly enough. [He's being laid bare too often! He hates it!]
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They may be idiots on multiple occasions, but they're... Family is who you make it.
[The edges of the island world begin to crumble. It isn't a terrifying experience, or it doesn't feel like it should be really. Slowly, like a painting, the world vanishes from the horizon to them. The glow around Damian fades, and Shouto is left with the same thirteen year old pre-teen angst in the middle of town.
Damian regards his palms for a moment or two and then lowers his arms with a small sigh.] Leaving this town can't come quickly enough. [He's being laid bare too often! He hates it!]