[ He can still give a pretty mean backslap if you let him, though… ]
I’m listening. [ That’s why he’s here in the first place, after all. But Kuroo absentmindedly stirs his curry with his carrot stick, popping one into his mouth every so often, interjecting at points. For the most part, he remains silent, taking his lunch quietly even as he observes the goings-on around him, his eyes ever-sensitive to movement.
However much he appears to be spacing out, he’s focused on Tsukishima for the most part, taking in the stories as they get progressively more horrifying, something in his gut clenching at the thought that they all had to go through that and he might be next—
He’d always thought that as part of a team, he’d be indestructible in a sense. Of course, the Fukurodanis have often proven that that isn’t always the case, but there’s that…connection between them, humming electric between each and every cat and he wonders if he’ll have that here, too, if they can survive a lot better if he tries to mobilize them in the same respect that Coach Nekomata had done for them a few years back. He’d been grateful to the old codger for that—in a way the coach’s teaching had been the one to reinforce most of Kuroo’s own mentorly talents, such as they were.
Basically, he guesses he’s got his work cut out for him. He’s not sure if he should be thrilled by the challenge this time around.
His lips quirk up in a smile, acknowledging the thanks and the story both. ]
Tell me all about that, then. [ Let Tsukki get it out of his system if he hasn’t already—Kuroo can imagine that that superhuman setter of theirs isn’t very conducive to these kinds of talks, and Kuroo does feel responsible for Tsukki in a way. The guy keeps bottling up his shit like that and it strikes him that maybe it’s the first time in a really, really long time that Tsukishima’s been able to open up to anyone.
Kuroo can only hope that he won’t let this kid down. ]
no subject
I’m listening. [ That’s why he’s here in the first place, after all. But Kuroo absentmindedly stirs his curry with his carrot stick, popping one into his mouth every so often, interjecting at points. For the most part, he remains silent, taking his lunch quietly even as he observes the goings-on around him, his eyes ever-sensitive to movement.
However much he appears to be spacing out, he’s focused on Tsukishima for the most part, taking in the stories as they get progressively more horrifying, something in his gut clenching at the thought that they all had to go through that and he might be next—
He’d always thought that as part of a team, he’d be indestructible in a sense. Of course, the Fukurodanis have often proven that that isn’t always the case, but there’s that…connection between them, humming electric between each and every cat and he wonders if he’ll have that here, too, if they can survive a lot better if he tries to mobilize them in the same respect that Coach Nekomata had done for them a few years back. He’d been grateful to the old codger for that—in a way the coach’s teaching had been the one to reinforce most of Kuroo’s own mentorly talents, such as they were.
Basically, he guesses he’s got his work cut out for him. He’s not sure if he should be thrilled by the challenge this time around.
His lips quirk up in a smile, acknowledging the thanks and the story both. ]
Tell me all about that, then. [ Let Tsukki get it out of his system if he hasn’t already—Kuroo can imagine that that superhuman setter of theirs isn’t very conducive to these kinds of talks, and Kuroo does feel responsible for Tsukki in a way. The guy keeps bottling up his shit like that and it strikes him that maybe it’s the first time in a really, really long time that Tsukishima’s been able to open up to anyone.
Kuroo can only hope that he won’t let this kid down. ]
About how you Karasunos have managed as a team.