I can't see what he's seeing, but I can — y'know. Tell. Sort of.
[Because they're connected, obviously. It's not as though he could cut himself off from Star altogether, and not as though Kakyoin would ever ask him to.
Besides, more important is that he can also feel what Star is feeling, albeit distantly; the little touches to his arm, heading for his shoulder, phantom whispers with no tangible origin.
Oraora, Star insists, one hand steady on Kakyoin's hip while the other dangles a little lower, brushing fingertips against the front of Kakyoin's thigh in a way so idle it almost could be accidental, if one didn't know better.]
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[Because they're connected, obviously. It's not as though he could cut himself off from Star altogether, and not as though Kakyoin would ever ask him to.
Besides, more important is that he can also feel what Star is feeling, albeit distantly; the little touches to his arm, heading for his shoulder, phantom whispers with no tangible origin.
Oraora, Star insists, one hand steady on Kakyoin's hip while the other dangles a little lower, brushing fingertips against the front of Kakyoin's thigh in a way so idle it almost could be accidental, if one didn't know better.]
He's excited. Can you tell...?