[Atsushi's face falls ever so slightly. He lifts his hand, scratching nervously at the back of his neck. He doesn't look at Razor, but instead at some distant point over his shoulder. His gaze is just as far off.]
I... wish I was pretending, sometimes. But no. [He shakes his head. The motion seems to draw him back into himself.] I would show you but... it doesn't really work here.
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I... wish I was pretending, sometimes. But no. [He shakes his head. The motion seems to draw him back into himself.] I would show you but... it doesn't really work here.