#becky out here again SLAYING as any muse she picks up T~T/ we're unworthy

[badboysupr]

"I'm sorry that you had to see that, Leo-kun."

What appeared to be a genuinely apologetic frown would form on Geto's features at that. But it was almost as if he was apologizing over accidentally eating the boy's lunch, instead of accidentally exposing the young one to... well, the gruesome death of a monkey who was no longer of any use to him.

And he would move quickly, to shield the boy's gaze away from the bloody scene behind them. With a gentle but firm hand to his shoulder, he would turn them both away and head off in the opposite end of the hall. One of his curses already doing quick work of devouring the corpse and cleaning up the mess itself... the noises made by it however, anything but pleasant or discreet.

"I did tell you to wait with the others, hadn't I? Were you that excited about going to Tokyo with us today~?" He would somehow manage to lightly tease, redirect the subject then...

@idyllicserendipity || it starts （ꉺ౪ꉺ）

Leo was pretty sure he didn't have a weak constitution.

Was he totally unflappable and wholly capable of shrugging off every drip (well, no, it was more like “flood” most of the time) of misfortune that came his way...? Okay, not exactly. But he liked thinking he was pretty dang good at pretending, if nothing else. (“Fake it 'til you make it,” right? How else did the world go round?)

In the aftermath of... whatever the hell that was, he began questioning many things beyond just his own resilience: piles upon piles of worries—even regrets—he desperately hoped weren't made obvious by the look on his face when Geto's shadow passed over him, blocked the nauseating sight from view.

(Which wasn't exactly helpful, by the way; I've already seen it. My brain has nightmare fodder now, thank you.)

Letting out one of those classic breaths-he-didn't-know-he-was-holding, Leo came close to quietly cursing the detectable quaver in his chest. His attention slowly lifted to meet the apologetic (Really? After that?) warmth in the man's gaze, and he forced a smile. An unsteady, sporadically twitching smile, but at least he managed it.

“See what?” Leo asked in his worst attempt of obliviousness to date. He minutely flinched when a hand found his shoulder, but didn't resist the grip ushering him away. (Wasn't as if he wanted to keep standing there staring, in any case.) Swallowing a lump in his throat, he let out a breezy, nervous laugh. “Uhh, yeah. Yeah, no; super stoked for Tokyo. You know me! Love, um... sightseeing and food and things—”

Food. Food? How could he even consider food right now?

His attention went sidelong as they walked, passing over Geto's profile like he expected a monster to be standing there instead. “You, uh... You've got a little—” One hand gestured to his own cheek: surprisingly clean in comparison to the splotch of red he'd noticed on the other's. “Y'know, unless you want that to stay there, which is totally fine.”