[He flinches when the hand rest on his head, but he allows it.]
... [What does he want? Huh. He leans his head back.] To be accepted, my existence acknowledge. [He ran that tavern to feel alive, be himself, have something. But it all still feels artificial to him. They all come for the atmosphere, the drinks, but at the end of the day, they all have places and people to go back to.
Not him.
It's never quite enough to fill this emptiness that perhaps is shared with Kazuma.]
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... [What does he want? Huh. He leans his head back.] To be accepted, my existence acknowledge. [He ran that tavern to feel alive, be himself, have something. But it all still feels artificial to him. They all come for the atmosphere, the drinks, but at the end of the day, they all have places and people to go back to.
Not him.
It's never quite enough to fill this emptiness that perhaps is shared with Kazuma.]