[They are an ace detective team, it's why they didn't see him (?!?).
The bruises make it look like he got into a fight with several gangs of crayons. At least that's his first thought when Souji scans the whole of the visible ones over Kanji's skin, feeling his stomach sink with each second the more he noticed. It really didn't look like he was alright at all. He gives him a wave back, the other hand forming into a fist in anger. The guilt of not staying behind is catching up to him, but he just buries that. He's here to help him now, and he'll do what he can.]
Kanji...
[It's an invitation. Speak to me. Tell me what happened. We're here. He'll wait for the other to speak first, but Souji's body language was already pretty much telling of how he currently fells. That's how he operated after all; let his friends explain what happened, listen quietly without judgement, then offer his support. Hugs, if needed.
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on 2014-02-16 10:48 pm (UTC)They are an ace detective team, it's why they didn't see him (?!?).The bruises make it look like he got into a fight with several gangs of crayons. At least that's his first thought when Souji scans the whole of the visible ones over Kanji's skin, feeling his stomach sink with each second the more he noticed. It really didn't look like he was alright at all. He gives him a wave back, the other hand forming into a fist in anger. The guilt of not staying behind is catching up to him, but he just buries that. He's here to help him now, and he'll do what he can.]
Kanji...
[It's an invitation. Speak to me. Tell me what happened. We're here. He'll wait for the other to speak first, but Souji's body language was already pretty much telling of how he currently fells. That's how he operated after all; let his friends explain what happened, listen quietly without judgement, then offer his support. Hugs, if needed.
His friend looked like he could use one.]