[The same, but different; that's one of the ways to describe the face that turns to look at Light Yagami.
The same features remain such as the dark hair and pale skin, and the eyes are not all that different except for the expression of apathy, of emptiness. It remains unchanging as the eyes give the young man a once over. Nothing interesting, might as well move on is what her face and body language seem to say.
(She can't deny that she feels something is amiss though as if there's a hole that she isn't aware of).
And so Shiki Ryougi's answer is short and curt.]
No.
[It's the next few words that give her away as she turns to walk away.]
I don't play go with strangers.
[That unique masculine speech pattern which she has adapted into her every day life has returned, with all the casualness and none of the affability. Coolness and distance defines it now.]
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The same features remain such as the dark hair and pale skin, and the eyes are not all that different except for the expression of apathy, of emptiness. It remains unchanging as the eyes give the young man a once over. Nothing interesting, might as well move on is what her face and body language seem to say.
(She can't deny that she feels something is amiss though as if there's a hole that she isn't aware of).
And so Shiki Ryougi's answer is short and curt.]
No.
[It's the next few words that give her away as she turns to walk away.]
I don't play go with strangers.
[That unique masculine speech pattern which she has adapted into her every day life has returned, with all the casualness and none of the affability. Coolness and distance defines it now.]