[ for the first time, oda's expression is not empty. his eyes open in surprise, unused to hearing a nickname like that. his childish curiosity comes through as he nearly asks kei why he's been called something like that, but his instincts stop him at the last second.
his gaze falls, resting on the book in his hands. he closes it, and sets it on the table. not looking at the man in the eye, oda decides to shift his gaze to the window and the rain drops that continue to hit against it.
not wishing to say anything else, he nods, as if letting kei go. ]
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[ for the first time, oda's expression is not empty. his eyes open in surprise, unused to hearing a nickname like that. his childish curiosity comes through as he nearly asks kei why he's been called something like that, but his instincts stop him at the last second.
his gaze falls, resting on the book in his hands. he closes it, and sets it on the table. not looking at the man in the eye, oda decides to shift his gaze to the window and the rain drops that continue to hit against it.
not wishing to say anything else, he nods, as if letting kei go. ]