[ Blinking down at his phone when it's not another Kiryu on the other line, it takes Kuro a solid second to figure out who it is he's looking at. Not much about Nazuna Nito has changed in the - the damn decade since the first time they ever met, but it's such a shock to see him that he has to process it before the realization settles in. His hair is cut very differently from when he was age twelve, and - are his eyes pink - his voice isn't so high anymore, but.
It's still him. Still sounds like him, still looks like him, still is him. His eyebrows twitch up suddenly as it really hits him that he's looking at the childhood friend that was stolen so very suddenly from him, despite his best efforts to steal him, himself, to make sure that he could actually live out his childhood that was being kept from him.
Nazuna's old number is still in his phone, even if he's gotten replacements over the past four years. Kuro just hasn't had the heart to delete it, to leave it out of the contacts updates when he got a new phone. He hasn't texted it in years, sure, but he still has it. ]
Nichan. [ There's something hopelessly endearing about the barrettes and his pajamas, honestly. His face breaks out into a lopsided, boyish grin, much like the ones he offered when he had to help him down from his window late at night. ]
LEGGY
It's still him. Still sounds like him, still looks like him, still is him. His eyebrows twitch up suddenly as it really hits him that he's looking at the childhood friend that was stolen so very suddenly from him, despite his best efforts to steal him, himself, to make sure that he could actually live out his childhood that was being kept from him.
Nazuna's old number is still in his phone, even if he's gotten replacements over the past four years. Kuro just hasn't had the heart to delete it, to leave it out of the contacts updates when he got a new phone. He hasn't texted it in years, sure, but he still has it. ]
Nichan. [ There's something hopelessly endearing about the barrettes and his pajamas, honestly. His face breaks out into a lopsided, boyish grin, much like the ones he offered when he had to help him down from his window late at night. ]