[ although they've met a couple of times by now, blade wouldn't say that he has a deep understanding of rin and her personality—yet even he can tell, as he steps into the office and lets the door close behind him, that both her appearance and her expression are more severe than her usual. she fits the part well, he thinks, either an excellent actor or aided by the costume she's wearing. her voice is sharp, commanding, and something in blade feels compelled to respond to that tone.
he steps forward to her desk and lowers his chin to his chest, putting his hands behind his back. it feels strange, too submissive for his personality but suitable, perhaps, for the role he's being expected to play. ]
I'm sorry, [ he says, a bit more convincingly than before. ] It was my mistake, I should have...
[ what was the mistake, again? ]
—Shouldn't have procrastinated the report, [ blade corrects himself after a moment. ] It won't happen again.
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he steps forward to her desk and lowers his chin to his chest, putting his hands behind his back. it feels strange, too submissive for his personality but suitable, perhaps, for the role he's being expected to play. ]
I'm sorry, [ he says, a bit more convincingly than before. ] It was my mistake, I should have...
[ what was the mistake, again? ]
—Shouldn't have procrastinated the report, [ blade corrects himself after a moment. ] It won't happen again.