[ It's more than a little disorienting, coming back to himself while having Toko's memories pushed into his head too. For a second he thinks it's Halloween again and he's been cursed; that familiar bloodlust, a sadistic thrill quick and sudden through your veins.
But it's displaced, somehow, by a sense of wonder. Of awe. He doesn't think that anyone has ever championed him so fiercely. This part isn't familiar. It's foreign and uncertain. Even the hope that blossoms in his chest feels fragile, like he can't believe it's real.
... And, to be honest, he really can't believe any of this is real. Had he really thought he was Lorenz? How long had be been walking around like that? ]
Ow.
[ He complains dully, rubbing his cheek and giving Toko an annoyed look. ]
You know, I think a gentle forehead touch would've done the trick.
[ Anyway, he's 100% not going to acknowledge anything either of them just witnessed. Or the fact that he was forcibly kinned to Lorenz Hellman Gloucester. That's all in the past now... ]
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But it's displaced, somehow, by a sense of wonder. Of awe. He doesn't think that anyone has ever championed him so fiercely. This part isn't familiar. It's foreign and uncertain. Even the hope that blossoms in his chest feels fragile, like he can't believe it's real.
... And, to be honest, he really can't believe any of this is real. Had he really thought he was Lorenz? How long had be been walking around like that? ]
Ow.
[ He complains dully, rubbing his cheek and giving Toko an annoyed look. ]
You know, I think a gentle forehead touch would've done the trick.
[ Anyway, he's 100% not going to acknowledge anything either of them just witnessed. Or the fact that he was forcibly kinned to Lorenz Hellman Gloucester. That's all in the past now... ]