[ nazuna was just talking at anyone in the general vicinity of the booth, because there have been little fairies wandering around giving him supplies, but when he hears the familiar voice, he freezes, still in the middle of cleaning one of his brushes, and looks up (and up, and up) slowly.
his breath catches. the last time nazuna saw kuro was...before shu left, three years ago. he looks like he's gotten even taller, jesus, and definitely more muscular, and for a minute, his mouth flops open, and then closes, and then--
his eyes are watering up, lower lip wobbling. ] Kurochin! [ and he's scrambling to his feet, immediately, almost throwing the brushes down in his haste, to throw his arms around him in a hug. if he had more space, he might have run at him. ]
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his breath catches. the last time nazuna saw kuro was...before shu left, three years ago. he looks like he's gotten even taller, jesus, and definitely more muscular, and for a minute, his mouth flops open, and then closes, and then--
his eyes are watering up, lower lip wobbling. ] Kurochin! [ and he's scrambling to his feet, immediately, almost throwing the brushes down in his haste, to throw his arms around him in a hug. if he had more space, he might have run at him. ]