[ Watching him closely the way he is, it's impossible to miss Allen's reaction. Is he... nervous? Midoriya was like this sometimes and Shouto spent a long time studying him. From confidence to fidgeting in the span of one breath. Shouto stares, curious about the kind of mentor that would make him react this way. ]
A bastard?
[ Oh... Not what he expected when he first asked the question. He listens to Allen's description, building a picture of this Cross Marian in his head, more movie character than a real-life man. Born into a well-off family with social standing, he can't even parse the true nature of a gentlemen's club and writes it off as one of those upscale bars. People do that sort of thing there, right?
He doesn't need to understand the details of his tale when the answer lies in the soft expression of his face. He meets his eyes adn Shouto looks back at him, feeling like he knows him just a little bit more. ]
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A bastard?
[ Oh... Not what he expected when he first asked the question. He listens to Allen's description, building a picture of this Cross Marian in his head, more movie character than a real-life man. Born into a well-off family with social standing, he can't even parse the true nature of a gentlemen's club and writes it off as one of those upscale bars. People do that sort of thing there, right?
He doesn't need to understand the details of his tale when the answer lies in the soft expression of his face. He meets his eyes adn Shouto looks back at him, feeling like he knows him just a little bit more. ]
You miss him.