[ A quirk of his lips. Who said it was a gift? The red crown weighed heaviest and Mikoto never wanted it in the first place. He doesn't mind being burnt from the inside out that he accepts. But a man who needed to roam, free of any chains in order to live couldn't accept the self-imposed chains he was forced to wear to live in this tiny world. It wasn't a gift. It was a leash. ]
If you say so.
[ A noncommittal answer as he pulls another cigarette from his pocket. He lights it with a flick of his finger and slips it in his mouth. ]
no subject
If you say so.
[ A noncommittal answer as he pulls another cigarette from his pocket. He lights it with a flick of his finger and slips it in his mouth. ]