[to someone from such a simple world like Edamura, it sounds. . . anything but ridiculous, actually. would that mean the elimination of all malicious spirits. . .? maybe the erection some kind of barrier that prevents them from hurting humans? he has no clue how something like that manifest, so his imagination kind of runs away with it. and if said imagination is true, then. . . that would mean that Rom's entire business would be rendered moot. right?]
[. . .]
[but maybe. . . that's what he wants? because--]
Do you think a wish like that would help you with--
[he cuts himself off, mouth clicking shut with a small frown. then he lifts a hand. . . and gently taps Rom against the forehead. fully resisting the urge to cutely brush away fluffy black bangs]
[he won't say it aloud, knowing the information was shared in confidence, concealed from their microphones. but he hopes Rom gets what he means]
no subject
[. . .]
[but maybe. . . that's what he wants? because--]
Do you think a wish like that would help you with--
[he cuts himself off, mouth clicking shut with a small frown. then he lifts a hand. . . and gently taps Rom against the forehead. fully resisting the urge to cutely brush away fluffy black bangs]
[he won't say it aloud, knowing the information was shared in confidence, concealed from their microphones. but he hopes Rom gets what he means]