[ Aoba swallows dryly. His throat knots, fingers curl to fists at his sides, but his stare holds firm on the unblinking lens of the mask looming tall and dark and threatening over him. It's a plain and hazel stare one moment, then once again bright and yellow the next. The flash reflects off the chrome of the faceplate, color intensified by the shadow he casts. ]
Seragaki Aoba.
[ He's watching you Kylo Ren, and through his eyes, so is something else. Two sides struggling to look through the same lens. The Aoba at the forefront of his mind hates him, and the thing that lurks in the back revels in it... even if part of it is for a really dumb reason.
How dare this jerk have Ren as part of his name. He's not a good Ren at all! TCH!! ]
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Seragaki Aoba.
[ He's watching you Kylo Ren, and through his eyes, so is something else. Two sides struggling to look through the same lens. The Aoba at the forefront of his mind hates him, and the thing that lurks in the back revels in it... even if part of it is for a really dumb reason.
How dare this jerk have Ren as part of his name. He's not a good Ren at all! TCH!! ]