The rights of his senpai and older brother figure. Speaking as the person who has to bail his ass out 10 times out of 10. Kid can't help himself.
[He fails to mention he's also the one who gets Setsuna into considerable trouble about 8 out of those 10 times. 8 and a 1/2, maybe. Lo and behold, as he chooses his words, he flexes his toes and the pain doesn't have him folding over in agony.
The hostile note to Bucky's voice rather abruptly like this has Kira puzzled. The catalyst of the spike in emotion, to be more precise. He raises an eyebrow, though the other man can't see it just yet.]
What lit a fire under your ass all of a sudden? What I also know is while surprise comes with acting without thinking it can also get someone killed.
[This is also coming from the guy who's been planning for thousands of years. He knows the flexibility that planning needs, the necessity for impromptu maneuvers, sure, but his paran- grasp on control when he, for so very, very long had neither fingers to grasp nor control, is, uh. Special. Let's call it that.
Bucky's voice comes closer and closer until he's standing there, staring. Kira meets his stare, stare for stare, long fingers flick the end of his cigarette into a nearby ashtray before sliding it into his mouth once more.
It's the words that make the normally unruffled [THE] Sakuya Kira yank the cigarette out of his mouth all of a sudden, lips parting to say something once, twice, gray eyes widening because there's a current of electricity or the sensation of someone walking over his grave--]
I see. So it's like that, huh. You're just like....[Me. Talk about uncomfortable now. He takes a long pull of the cigarette, deadpan mask back into place.]
Big soul searching journeys are great and all but contacts are important too.
[......Why the fuck is he giving this guy free advice. His brow creases as he kicks his legs up on the armrest, casual-like]
THATTA GIRL~
[He fails to mention he's also the one who gets Setsuna into considerable trouble about 8 out of those 10 times. 8 and a 1/2, maybe. Lo and behold, as he chooses his words, he flexes his toes and the pain doesn't have him folding over in agony.
The hostile note to Bucky's voice rather abruptly like this has Kira puzzled. The catalyst of the spike in emotion, to be more precise. He raises an eyebrow, though the other man can't see it just yet.]
What lit a fire under your ass all of a sudden? What I also know is while surprise comes with acting without thinking it can also get someone killed.
[This is also coming from the guy who's been planning for thousands of years. He knows the flexibility that planning needs, the necessity for impromptu maneuvers, sure, but his paran- grasp on control when he, for so very, very long had neither fingers to grasp nor control, is, uh. Special. Let's call it that.
Bucky's voice comes closer and closer until he's standing there, staring. Kira meets his stare, stare for stare, long fingers flick the end of his cigarette into a nearby ashtray before sliding it into his mouth once more.
It's the words that make the normally unruffled [THE] Sakuya Kira yank the cigarette out of his mouth all of a sudden, lips parting to say something once, twice, gray eyes widening because there's a current of electricity or the sensation of someone walking over his grave--]
I see. So it's like that, huh. You're just like....[Me. Talk about uncomfortable now. He takes a long pull of the cigarette, deadpan mask back into place.]
Big soul searching journeys are great and all but contacts are important too.
[......Why the fuck is he giving this guy free advice. His brow creases as he kicks his legs up on the armrest, casual-like]