His composure was in shambles, but not enough to allow him more than a small shake of the head. No, he'd never seen Kakashi without his masks. It was part of the mans persona that Itachi had silently queried but never openly asked about, and Kakashi kept close to the vest. They all had their secrets. (It was still a novelty to have Kakashi gaze at him without killing intent or bitterness. A bare face only meant Itachi stared too fixedly, where before he'd have cast his gaze away quickly or -- remembered to blink.)
He finally did remove his eyes, annoyed, when Kakashi wet his lips.
Loki forced them to seek companionship or die; were it otherwise, he'd have run to the desert and masked himself better. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise in its cruelty. His arms folded loosely, shoulders bowing in.
"I spent my life in preparation. I'm not used to," he dropped off for a moment and his frown deepened, then turned ironic.
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Date: Sunday, 10 October 2010 04:50 pm (UTC)He finally did remove his eyes, annoyed, when Kakashi wet his lips.
Loki forced them to seek companionship or die; were it otherwise, he'd have run to the desert and masked himself better. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise in its cruelty. His arms folded loosely, shoulders bowing in.
"I spent my life in preparation. I'm not used to," he dropped off for a moment and his frown deepened, then turned ironic.
"I'm not used to this."