It was too soon. It had been far too soon since Genjo had last relived this very memory with Koumyou from his perspective. And yet here he was now, with the same scene from an entirely new and different perspective. Was there some god who had their eyes set on fucking with him this badly? Were they trying to numb him over to the sight of such an event?
He felt his face harden slightly, his head lowering as he stood there, and took a slow, shaky breath inward.
That was when he heard the other voice—a voice very familiar to him, but one that most certainly didn't belong here.
"So you've somehow managed to find your way here, did you?" Genjo did his best to control his voice and portray no emotion in the scene playing out before them. Meanwhile, the 'Koumyou' sitting out on the porch seemed to turn towards them, a warm smile on his face.
Time for feeeelings
It was too soon. It had been far too soon since Genjo had last relived this very memory with Koumyou from his perspective. And yet here he was now, with the same scene from an entirely new and different perspective. Was there some god who had their eyes set on fucking with him this badly? Were they trying to numb him over to the sight of such an event?
He felt his face harden slightly, his head lowering as he stood there, and took a slow, shaky breath inward.
That was when he heard the other voice—a voice very familiar to him, but one that most certainly didn't belong here.
"So you've somehow managed to find your way here, did you?" Genjo did his best to control his voice and portray no emotion in the scene playing out before them. Meanwhile, the 'Koumyou' sitting out on the porch seemed to turn towards them, a warm smile on his face.
"Ah, Kouryuu. Come here and sit, will you?"