[Rin might not be able to understand Haruka, most of the time, but he can tell when he isn't being truthful -- there's something about him that's clean and bright when he's saying something he means, something that dulls in equal, obvious measure when he isn't. Rin puts the rest of the dried mackerel in his mouth, like a cigarette, and fishes for another stick]
[this one, he holds out more roughly, while his other palm flips upwards in a gesture of surrender. the two movements together are a mixed signal, because that's just how he rolls]
[Rin finds himself snickering stupidly around his mouthful, similar to that nervous, bright giggle he had as a child, but more goofy and less endearing for his having gone through puberty]
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[Rin might not be able to understand Haruka, most of the time, but he can tell when he isn't being truthful -- there's something about him that's clean and bright when he's saying something he means, something that dulls in equal, obvious measure when he isn't. Rin puts the rest of the dried mackerel in his mouth, like a cigarette, and fishes for another stick]
[this one, he holds out more roughly, while his other palm flips upwards in a gesture of surrender. the two movements together are a mixed signal, because that's just how he rolls]
[Rin finds himself snickering stupidly around his mouthful, similar to that nervous, bright giggle he had as a child, but more goofy and less endearing for his having gone through puberty]
Jeez, don't pout. Take it, already.