[[Tachibana looks away, too many uncomfortable similarities to another moment, a seeming lifetime ago. Tiger Undead, staring down at the scattered lunch that Nozomi had tried to reach Mutsuki with.
This was different. This was Isaka.
...and yet.
He pressed his lips together, wrestling with conflicting emotions before finally turning, looking back down at the broken Undead in front of him.
Before silently offering him a hand to stand up.]]
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[[Tachibana looks away, too many uncomfortable similarities to another moment, a seeming lifetime ago. Tiger Undead, staring down at the scattered lunch that Nozomi had tried to reach Mutsuki with.
This was different. This was Isaka.
...and yet.
He pressed his lips together, wrestling with conflicting emotions before finally turning, looking back down at the broken Undead in front of him.
Before silently offering him a hand to stand up.]]