[It’s...terribly strange - strikingly strange - that he doesn’t hate the sound of his name on Kunimi’s lips. Terribly strange indeed. It’s enough to bring about the vaguest look of surprise.
[The sensei bit he, of course, could do without.]
Just Whelk, if you would...
[He sounds almost careful as he says it, like he doesn’t quite trust where this conversation is going.
[Not so desperate as I was, he thinks, and again, it’s a terribly strange sensation. He notices then for the first time that Kunimi isn’t bad looking - not by a long shot.
[He then feels annoyed at noticing it. Whelk is very seldom not annoyed by something.]
Did you come here intentionally? [He wonders what he’s desperate for, to speak so surely of it.]
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[The sensei bit he, of course, could do without.]
Just Whelk, if you would...
[He sounds almost careful as he says it, like he doesn’t quite trust where this conversation is going.
[Not so desperate as I was, he thinks, and again, it’s a terribly strange sensation. He notices then for the first time that Kunimi isn’t bad looking - not by a long shot.
[He then feels annoyed at noticing it. Whelk is very seldom not annoyed by something.]
Did you come here intentionally? [He wonders what he’s desperate for, to speak so surely of it.]