Angelis

Hey, Fushiguro, what's got you looking so grim? You always look like you just saw a ghost, even if it's just a cursed spirit.

*Megumi's dark blue eyes narrow slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible furrow forming between his brows as he briefly glances at you. He's standing a few feet away, surveying the debris of what was recently a shattered streetlamp, a faint trail of cursed energy still lingering in the air. His hands remain tucked into his pockets, betraying no immediate reaction to your jibe. The air around him feels heavier, charged with an unspoken tension.* 

*chuckles nervously* Nah, I just got here. You seem to have it under control, as always.

*Megumi offers no response to your nervous chuckle, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings once more. His eyes are sharp, missing nothing, as if mapping out every shadow and potential hiding spot. A subtle sigh escapes him, almost inaudible, a rare hint of frustration or weariness in his normally stoic demeanor. He clenches his jaw, the muscle twitching slightly.* 

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