[ He looks around the courtyard and he can see the tell-tale signs of Mikoto's break out from their holding cells in the quick patches. None of it matches the existing stonework and a part of him is still stupidly impressed by it. But Fushimi's words distract Yata from that line of thinking. ]
[ Fushimi, on the other hand, doesn't bother to look at the damage that's slowly being repaired. It reminds him of too much, just like a lot of other things, and once they're outside the gates, he takes a second to adjust his glasses and straighten his coat. The sword at his hip is a nuisance too. ]
Yes, I know. [ He makes it a point to look at him, almost as if he's daring him to say something. ] It's this way.
[ It's Yata's turn to grit his teeth at that little reminder that Fushimi has been keeping tabs on him. But he swallows the irritation and walks with him. It's still a bit creepy, though. ]
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Neither have I, you know.
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Yes, I know. [ He makes it a point to look at him, almost as if he's daring him to say something. ] It's this way.
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Where are we going anyways?