[ the first thing he feels, watching the memory is...
warmth. warmth that has little to do with the weather, if the cold they seem to experience is any indication. he's not sure what the yukiotokio is, or.. most of the context of this memory, but a younger shiro's emotions are much, much more familiar.
he blinks as the world shifts back into reality, eyes a little wide, and slowly closes his mouth, trying to contain any of his reaction as he exhales out. ]
...That young lady...
[ he doesn't finish, there. if the wash of affection any indication, he wonders - if maybe that is the mother of rin, and yukio. ]
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[ the first thing he feels, watching the memory is...
warmth. warmth that has little to do with the weather, if the cold they seem to experience is any indication. he's not sure what the yukiotokio is, or.. most of the context of this memory, but a younger shiro's emotions are much, much more familiar.
he blinks as the world shifts back into reality, eyes a little wide, and slowly closes his mouth, trying to contain any of his reaction as he exhales out. ]
...That young lady...
[ he doesn't finish, there. if the wash of affection any indication, he wonders - if maybe that is the mother of rin, and yukio. ]