Though curious, had an explanation actually been offered, Uryuu might have refused it. He had more echoed than asked angel?, the surprise of the unexpected term -- ascribed to Kratos-san no less -- putting a sudden stop to his alien babble. Thus, he barely noticed that nothing further followed on that topic, as he wasn't seeking it.
What he did notice: Inoue-san's fingers moving on her plate, and he bit back a comment; it wasn't his place to tell her not to play with her food. He thought he recognized glasses in the shapes, and tried not to let that distract him. That Inoue-san would fidget so, rather than eat, said a fair amount about her mental status.
"My eye's fine," he assured her, "and Inoue-san might be able to help Irving-san tonight. Unfortunately, wet floors had nothing to do with the rest of my injuries--or his, I'm sure."
And Irving-san confirmed it, outright saying: monster. Uryuu watched Inoue-san, not even bothering to keep his gaze limited to the corners of his eyes. It shouldn't be too difficult for her to swallow. Imagination aside, even without the yet-to-be-defined time that had aged her, she'd been steeped in Hollows and the rest of that chaotic world for months. Feasbility, however, did not guarantee an easy or happy acceptance.
Kratos-san elaborated on his own condition; Uryuu listened to more talk of Exspheres and shifted, his eyes narrowing with interest, at the mention of a device used by Landel. It was something that could have been assumed beore, as there was obviously something behind their depleted powers. Yet, there had been a night when it was disabled, thus confirming its existence? If so, how had the entire institute not fallen? Not having heard of this before, he assumed it occured in the last two weeks.
The man (or angel?) changed the topic before he could inquire further, and here Uryuu noticed another thing: the odd discrepancy returned. That sense of uneven ground between Irving-san and Kratos-san. Uryuu wondered if Irving-san noticed. For all that he clearly knew more of Kratos-san's background, for all that he was familiar with his abilities and power, did he also know his personality? Perhaps he knew, yet was too dense to analyze. The puzzle was this: though Irving-san had charged over in a furious fit, though (after his queer disturbance) Kratos-san first reacted with cold condescension, he now asked after Irving-san. There were plenty of other subjects to focus on if limiting devices and angels were unpalatable.
Yet-- Kratos-san asked. When, how. Still relatively cold, yet that the questions came at all evinced interest. To make a larger leap: he might even care. Perhaps Uryuu would not have made such a leap if not for that night. Caught up in his own shadow and disinclined to eavesdrop, he could little help that he had overheard fragments despite. This Lloyd was important enough to have merited mention, whatever the significance.
Uryuu looked between them, his expression impassive. It wasn't his business. Yuan, he noted, and wondered how it took Irving-san so long to realize it had not been that guy's machinations.
"If it is as bad as it looks, Irving-san," he said dryly, and persisting with his family name, "then there's no need to put on a show for Inoue-san." Never mind that he had already done precisely that, and was ignoring her look at his own shoulder. Not to promise her time or energy, but-- "Her ability's incredible. Whatever her limits, Inoue-san will probably be able to help."
Irving-san refocused on Kratos-san, and his questions weren't bad, if too simple. That should obviously be a focus, yet as obvious must be this: that many others have had the same thought, and tried, and thus the question: what stopped them? He let Kratos-san handle that, deprived for the moment of explaining the basics. He considered, for a moment, beginning to tell Inoue-san and choosing to believe that Irving-san had picked up something since lunch yesterday, but given the way he approached their table this morning, it seemed unlikely.
Still. Keeping an ear and a fragment of his attention on Kratos-san, he turned to Inoue-san.
"I don't think I've ever seen Inoue-san eat so little." With a tentative smile. So much for his place.
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What he did notice: Inoue-san's fingers moving on her plate, and he bit back a comment; it wasn't his place to tell her not to play with her food. He thought he recognized glasses in the shapes, and tried not to let that distract him. That Inoue-san would fidget so, rather than eat, said a fair amount about her mental status.
"My eye's fine," he assured her, "and Inoue-san might be able to help Irving-san tonight. Unfortunately, wet floors had nothing to do with the rest of my injuries--or his, I'm sure."
And Irving-san confirmed it, outright saying: monster. Uryuu watched Inoue-san, not even bothering to keep his gaze limited to the corners of his eyes. It shouldn't be too difficult for her to swallow. Imagination aside, even without the yet-to-be-defined time that had aged her, she'd been steeped in Hollows and the rest of that chaotic world for months. Feasbility, however, did not guarantee an easy or happy acceptance.
Kratos-san elaborated on his own condition; Uryuu listened to more talk of Exspheres and shifted, his eyes narrowing with interest, at the mention of a device used by Landel. It was something that could have been assumed beore, as there was obviously something behind their depleted powers. Yet, there had been a night when it was disabled, thus confirming its existence? If so, how had the entire institute not fallen? Not having heard of this before, he assumed it occured in the last two weeks.
The man (or angel?) changed the topic before he could inquire further, and here Uryuu noticed another thing: the odd discrepancy returned. That sense of uneven ground between Irving-san and Kratos-san. Uryuu wondered if Irving-san noticed. For all that he clearly knew more of Kratos-san's background, for all that he was familiar with his abilities and power, did he also know his personality? Perhaps he knew, yet was too dense to analyze. The puzzle was this: though Irving-san had charged over in a furious fit, though (after his queer disturbance) Kratos-san first reacted with cold condescension, he now asked after Irving-san. There were plenty of other subjects to focus on if limiting devices and angels were unpalatable.
Yet-- Kratos-san asked. When, how. Still relatively cold, yet that the questions came at all evinced interest. To make a larger leap: he might even care. Perhaps Uryuu would not have made such a leap if not for that night. Caught up in his own shadow and disinclined to eavesdrop, he could little help that he had overheard fragments despite. This Lloyd was important enough to have merited mention, whatever the significance.
Uryuu looked between them, his expression impassive. It wasn't his business. Yuan, he noted, and wondered how it took Irving-san so long to realize it had not been that guy's machinations.
"If it is as bad as it looks, Irving-san," he said dryly, and persisting with his family name, "then there's no need to put on a show for Inoue-san." Never mind that he had already done precisely that, and was ignoring her look at his own shoulder. Not to promise her time or energy, but-- "Her ability's incredible. Whatever her limits, Inoue-san will probably be able to help."
Irving-san refocused on Kratos-san, and his questions weren't bad, if too simple. That should obviously be a focus, yet as obvious must be this: that many others have had the same thought, and tried, and thus the question: what stopped them? He let Kratos-san handle that, deprived for the moment of explaining the basics. He considered, for a moment, beginning to tell Inoue-san and choosing to believe that Irving-san had picked up something since lunch yesterday, but given the way he approached their table this morning, it seemed unlikely.
Still. Keeping an ear and a fragment of his attention on Kratos-san, he turned to Inoue-san.
"I don't think I've ever seen Inoue-san eat so little." With a tentative smile. So much for his place.
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