toushiro doesn't finish his sentence, doesn't respond for a moment, eyes wide and he looks like he's in a daze. that's because he is, and silver's seen this look on him before. he's been hit by another memory. ]
[ it's a short moment that feels like ages before toushiro's back to his senses again, silver's voice having brought him back to reality. he nods curtly, eyes fixed on his sketchbook. he almost wants to grab it out of silver's hands and turn it back to the picture with the gyarados. ]
Hyourinmaru. The name of a dragon. One that belonged to me.
[ an ice dragon. he'd called toushiro his master. ]
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ooooooh boy
[ ...never mind. hold that thought.
toushiro doesn't finish his sentence, doesn't respond for a moment, eyes wide and he looks like he's in a daze. that's because he is, and silver's seen this look on him before. he's been hit by another memory. ]
...Hyourinmaru...
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Silver's quiet and still as he spaces out- this isn't anything particularly new to him at this point- and speaks slowly]
Did you remember something?
[Totodile, much like Silver, is incredibly still while Toushiro sorts things out.]
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Hyourinmaru. The name of a dragon. One that belonged to me.
[ an ice dragon. he'd called toushiro his master. ]