[ no he does not want to acknowledge the last ten seconds, even if that what the hell might be (is) rhetoric. ]
… Guess no pancakes, huh? [ holds out his elbows, assessing the damage. specks of dirt and sand line the scrapes, blood beginning to clot shallow wounds. one quick look at sakura to check if she's fine (mostly), and instead of calling for his driver right away or doing anything, really, to fix this, he—
no subject
… Guess no pancakes, huh? [ holds out his elbows, assessing the damage. specks of dirt and sand line the scrapes, blood beginning to clot shallow wounds. one quick look at sakura to check if she's fine (mostly), and instead of calling for his driver right away or doing anything, really, to fix this, he—
starts laughing. loud. ]