This hobby of telling me how bad I look really isn't much fun.


[ He says the words as lightly as he can manage, but that doesn't stop him moving, continuing on in Masaomi's direction. He's not running now at least, though he does walk quickly, crossing the space between them efficiently. He stands not quite touching, not quite daring to reach out, though close enough he easily could. ]

I'm practicing my self-healing, that's all. You going to stay out here for a bit? Do you need some supplies?