(Lutha reacts, jumping back and elbow swinging. As ever, Tsuru doesn't flinch, seemingly unbothered. If anything, there's a shine in his eye and a quiet smile on his face. Even when Lutha lets out a barrage of heated words, cursing and snapping at him, he remains the same.
Ah.
He doesn't mind being handled, eyes only glancing at the gun in acknowledgement before focusing back on Lutha. He doesn't have to say anything for Lutha to see what is on Tsuru's mind.
He sees. Why exactly, he doesn't know, but he knows what he's seeing.)
Come here.
(He says, even though he's the one that steps closer with both arms raised, the white sleeves of his robes draping like a curtain as he reaches over Lutha's head,)
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Ah.
He doesn't mind being handled, eyes only glancing at the gun in acknowledgement before focusing back on Lutha. He doesn't have to say anything for Lutha to see what is on Tsuru's mind.
He sees. Why exactly, he doesn't know, but he knows what he's seeing.)
Come here.
(He says, even though he's the one that steps closer with both arms raised, the white sleeves of his robes draping like a curtain as he reaches over Lutha's head,)
Come out of the rain.