[mitsunari is largely ill at ease with the whole situation, and it's been evident in his rigid posture and his permanent scowl. in silence he's stayed near enough to hades so that it's evident who precisely he takes orders from (and none other), but far enough that he isn't intruding, or so he hopes.
primarily, he's been listening. there's nothing much else to do, and it isn't as if he eats. over the voice of the poet (they are much too proud in this place, he thinks) he hears whatever is being said around him. largely it's unimportant. but whenever someone speaks to hades, or about him, or about the family, mitsunari's attention is rapt, eyes narrowing at the distance.
he listens now, as someone speaks idly to hades about the affairs of the estate, and his mouth twitches slightly in a sneer.]
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primarily, he's been listening. there's nothing much else to do, and it isn't as if he eats. over the voice of the poet (they are much too proud in this place, he thinks) he hears whatever is being said around him. largely it's unimportant. but whenever someone speaks to hades, or about him, or about the family, mitsunari's attention is rapt, eyes narrowing at the distance.
he listens now, as someone speaks idly to hades about the affairs of the estate, and his mouth twitches slightly in a sneer.]