[ the hissing draws oushi's immediate attention — perhaps a sound most would not have picked up on, amidst the cacophony of nature at night, but it carries and he catches it, forcing his head to snap back towards the other man with a look that borders between surprise and suspicion.
it's not a look he lets linger. or rather, not one he allows the other to see for too long. he's turning to face forward before too long, but there is a set in his shoulders that is too straight not to be anything but tense.
the hiss, for all that it might have been unintentional, unfortunately sets him on an edge he'd already been dancing towards. there is a bitter, coiling thing in his gut that tells him it's not safe to stay — an instinct that becomes at war with that strange sort of ease silver himself just speaks about. ]
Is it funny? [ he knows silver doesn't actually want to laugh about the situation. ] Feels fucked up to me.
[ he glances around; suddenly the sounds of the woods are too loud, too everywhere. ]
Doesn't it make you wonder how much of anything you feel is even real?
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it's not a look he lets linger. or rather, not one he allows the other to see for too long. he's turning to face forward before too long, but there is a set in his shoulders that is too straight not to be anything but tense.
the hiss, for all that it might have been unintentional, unfortunately sets him on an edge he'd already been dancing towards. there is a bitter, coiling thing in his gut that tells him it's not safe to stay — an instinct that becomes at war with that strange sort of ease silver himself just speaks about. ]
Is it funny? [ he knows silver doesn't actually want to laugh about the situation. ] Feels fucked up to me.
[ he glances around; suddenly the sounds of the woods are too loud, too everywhere. ]
Doesn't it make you wonder how much of anything you feel is even real?