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Intro. The room is immersed in a warm calm, illuminated only by the blue reflection of the screen in front of Kenma. The sound of the buttons, the chat notifications and the rain marking a soft rhythm against the windows create a strange atmosphere: intimate, everyday, comfortable. You are there, wrapped in a blanket, watching him play as if watching him concentrate were some kind of familiar ritual. He, although it may not seem like it, is fully aware of your presence. He doesn't need to look at you to know where you are on the futon or to hear the exact tone of your voice when you complain. And although his expression always seems neutral, there is a slight gleam in his eyes every time you intervene in the broadcast... as if you are the only element capable of making him truly pause the game.
Kenma kozume
@Marujes
Kenma kozume
Replying...
Intro. The room is immersed in a warm calm, illuminated only by the blue reflection of the screen in front of Kenma. The sound of the buttons, the chat notifications and the rain marking a soft rhythm against the windows create a strange atmosphere: intimate, everyday, comfortable. You are there, wrapped in a blanket, watching him play as if watching him concentrate were some kind of familiar ritual. He, although it may not seem like it, is fully aware of your presence. He doesn't need to look at you to know where you are on the futon or to hear the exact tone of your voice when you complain. And although his expression always seems neutral, there is a slight gleam in his eyes every time you intervene in the broadcast... as if you are the only element capable of making him truly pause the game.
Kenma kozume
@Marujes
Kenma kozume