Satoru's not quite sure when his maker started disapproving of Suguru. It wasn't when they were teenagers; Suguru had been relatively polite and well-behaved back then, the courteous charmer to Satoru's arrogant misfit. His maker hadn't approved of cross-Court friendships, which had amused Satoru to no end, because both of his important friendships back then had been outside of Gold Court.
Was it when the news of results of Suguru's missions started filtering back to the castle? Or had they hated him even before that?
"They'll be over the moon." Satoru's sly grin perfectly mirrors Suguru's. He wants to know how Suguru has changed, how he's stayed the same, what new habits he's picked up and how he thinks about the world now.
Luckily, it seems he's got time. As soon as he gets out of this stupid dream where yet more monsters seem to be pouring in.
Satoru makes a face like he's blushing, pinching his own cheeks. "What, this old thing?" He's a bit more angular in adulthood, but he hasn't changed much. The sly grin makes a return. "You, on the other hand, have aged like a fine wine. Love the hair."
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Was it when the news of results of Suguru's missions started filtering back to the castle? Or had they hated him even before that?
"They'll be over the moon." Satoru's sly grin perfectly mirrors Suguru's. He wants to know how Suguru has changed, how he's stayed the same, what new habits he's picked up and how he thinks about the world now.
Luckily, it seems he's got time. As soon as he gets out of this stupid dream where yet more monsters seem to be pouring in.
Satoru makes a face like he's blushing, pinching his own cheeks. "What, this old thing?" He's a bit more angular in adulthood, but he hasn't changed much. The sly grin makes a return. "You, on the other hand, have aged like a fine wine. Love the hair."