[ Black listens with rapt attention, forehead creasing bit by bit as Yosuke continues on. It all sounds complicated, ludicrous, incredulous--the thoughts might be a bit easy to read on his face, as Black's never been good at hiding his surprise--but Yosuke is earnest.
He's very genuine, very sincere, and the way he recounts his experiences makes him think that it isn't just a tall-tale. It's not like Black can think it is for too long anyway: sure, they might not have TV powers, but there are beings who can create their own dimensional space, and there's flying centipede-monsters, and really, Hellsalem's Lot City is a myriad of tall-tales, to be honest.
He shifts his gaze away from Yosuke, stomach turning a little at the thought of his own unbelievable story, and smiles a little. Tries to. It barely passes as convincing. ]
I would be too, after everything you've gone through. I'm sure it can't be as anything bad as what's happened the past year though. [ Black chances a look up, the smile a little less forced. ] After all, you've already weathered the worst. There's nowhere to go but up.
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He's very genuine, very sincere, and the way he recounts his experiences makes him think that it isn't just a tall-tale. It's not like Black can think it is for too long anyway: sure, they might not have TV powers, but there are beings who can create their own dimensional space, and there's flying centipede-monsters, and really, Hellsalem's Lot City is a myriad of tall-tales, to be honest.
He shifts his gaze away from Yosuke, stomach turning a little at the thought of his own unbelievable story, and smiles a little. Tries to. It barely passes as convincing. ]
I would be too, after everything you've gone through. I'm sure it can't be as anything bad as what's happened the past year though. [ Black chances a look up, the smile a little less forced. ] After all, you've already weathered the worst. There's nowhere to go but up.