Post by The Marionettist on Jul 9, 2019 23:25:37 GMT
The expression on Onishi Sen’s face was...complex. Which was actually something of an achievement, as usually Sen wore whatever was on his mind on his face and it was clear as day what it was.
But there was some strange mix of thoughts that must be going through the black haired man’s mind, because it was hard to read the other right now, even for Aya. What was he thinking? What caused him to wear that expression on his face? He wanted to know. He wanted to know so badly. Wasn’t there some way to just slot himself into the other’s mind, or crack his head open and look inside?
If only.
When they combo phase/connected, they did share some consciousness but nothing to the minute thoughts, the level he wanted. Infact, if they could do that, he could probably express himself a little better also. Maybe he should try and think of some things to test. Yes. That sounded like a good project to start. He’d experiment around a bit.
Pale skin flushed red in embarrassment, the purple haired man glanced up after he finished speaking just in time to see Sen’s expression change from something utterly stunned for a moment before the other male started talking. Wait, what was he so shocked about? In his own awkwardness he had glanced away and now he regretted it. He missed a unique Sen expression, his obsessive lover instincts were telling him now.
Damn it.
“Well… Wisp is reliable enough, it seems, to be trusted with at least minorly important missions.”
Changing the subject from his emotional expression experiment sounded like a great idea. Yes, please.
“I am still not fully sure of his motives to his actions so I cannot say for sure but it would be advantageous for us to have some reliable contacts…”
Yes, he had not forgotten about that. Sen had originally returned to him to kill him, meaning they officially had Onishi Corporation on their...well, his ass and probably the whole of Namba’s Yakuza network along with it.
Oh well, it was bound to happen sooner or later.
“How much does she know about me? Is it better if we move? I assume she will notice sooner than later...you are not coming back.”
Aya asked, finally able to sound normal again as his mind switched gears properly into work mode.
“Is your tracking device still intact? I did encode it pretty well but... do you know whether they can track it or not?”
He would congratulate someone who managed to get into something he made himself, but well he knew it wasn’t impossible, hell, someone had broken into U.A recently so anything was possible. (Though he would like to add he had never tried to break that security, he probably could if he tried. Maybe.)
“I see.”
Aya said simply, he could tell Sen was frustrated. Atleast, out of the myriad of things that were different between them and things he simply couldn’t understand about the other male, he could sort of understand this. If somehow, his dearest bastard of a father got away with his crimes after he carried out all his plans… he wouldn’t be pleased, not in the slightest.
However this wasn’t the end.
It was just the start, so it was fine. Small setbacks were expected.
“And what do you want to happen about it?”
Aya asked, violet-grey eyes fixed on his lover.
“Tell me the end result you desire, Sen, and we can make it happen.”
Anger
Sarcasm
Arrogance
Bloodlust
Shock
Disbelief
Sarcasm
Arrogance
Bloodlust
Shock
Disbelief
But there was some strange mix of thoughts that must be going through the black haired man’s mind, because it was hard to read the other right now, even for Aya. What was he thinking? What caused him to wear that expression on his face? He wanted to know. He wanted to know so badly. Wasn’t there some way to just slot himself into the other’s mind, or crack his head open and look inside?
If only.
When they combo phase/connected, they did share some consciousness but nothing to the minute thoughts, the level he wanted. Infact, if they could do that, he could probably express himself a little better also. Maybe he should try and think of some things to test. Yes. That sounded like a good project to start. He’d experiment around a bit.
Pale skin flushed red in embarrassment, the purple haired man glanced up after he finished speaking just in time to see Sen’s expression change from something utterly stunned for a moment before the other male started talking. Wait, what was he so shocked about? In his own awkwardness he had glanced away and now he regretted it. He missed a unique Sen expression, his obsessive lover instincts were telling him now.
Damn it.
“Well… Wisp is reliable enough, it seems, to be trusted with at least minorly important missions.”
Changing the subject from his emotional expression experiment sounded like a great idea. Yes, please.
“I am still not fully sure of his motives to his actions so I cannot say for sure but it would be advantageous for us to have some reliable contacts…”
Yes, he had not forgotten about that. Sen had originally returned to him to kill him, meaning they officially had Onishi Corporation on their...well, his ass and probably the whole of Namba’s Yakuza network along with it.
Oh well, it was bound to happen sooner or later.
“How much does she know about me? Is it better if we move? I assume she will notice sooner than later...you are not coming back.”
Aya asked, finally able to sound normal again as his mind switched gears properly into work mode.
“Is your tracking device still intact? I did encode it pretty well but... do you know whether they can track it or not?”
He would congratulate someone who managed to get into something he made himself, but well he knew it wasn’t impossible, hell, someone had broken into U.A recently so anything was possible. (Though he would like to add he had never tried to break that security, he probably could if he tried. Maybe.)
“I see.”
Aya said simply, he could tell Sen was frustrated. Atleast, out of the myriad of things that were different between them and things he simply couldn’t understand about the other male, he could sort of understand this. If somehow, his dearest bastard of a father got away with his crimes after he carried out all his plans… he wouldn’t be pleased, not in the slightest.
However this wasn’t the end.
It was just the start, so it was fine. Small setbacks were expected.
“And what do you want to happen about it?”
Aya asked, violet-grey eyes fixed on his lover.
“Tell me the end result you desire, Sen, and we can make it happen.”