"How they reflect your state of being or how they are a product of your perception of the world...the fact that we fight with our personas because it is our basal instinct," he hummed- visibly brightening from Hamuko's kind words. "I won't give myself credit for the latter, Kuon coined that theory."

He turns to glance at Hamuko properly this time, one hand in pocket. "And seriously- its the least I could do for you, Hamuko-san. Thank you...for trusting me. I don't usually invite people to my place but...its nice. To have a friend to confide in again."

He said those words so casually and this time he didn't add a line of apology to it. They pinkie promised about it after all.

The wind wisps past them, causing some of Takuto's curls to flutter. The moon drew a layer that nearly shone upon his brown hair.