[He immediately freezes as he hears that voice, his brain refusing to distinguish between what he knows to be fact and what could possibly be make-believe. It would be just like Oz to pop up out of nowhere, offer him a hand and pretend like nothing had gone wrong. That same smile plastered across his face that always turns Gilbert's stomach if only because he knows the darkness that it covers up.]
Oz!
[His hand snaps out to grab for Ritsuka's wrist, grasping it as gently as he would his young master's, even in the middle of a crisis. But when his eyes finally focus, he only sees that of his assistant manager, not the familiar green eyes that have never once looked upon him with disappointment.
His eyes fill with horror, fear, something distant and nervous as he searches the boy's face for any sign of his master. But he'd just heard him...]
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Oz!
[His hand snaps out to grab for Ritsuka's wrist, grasping it as gently as he would his young master's, even in the middle of a crisis. But when his eyes finally focus, he only sees that of his assistant manager, not the familiar green eyes that have never once looked upon him with disappointment.
His eyes fill with horror, fear, something distant and nervous as he searches the boy's face for any sign of his master. But he'd just heard him...]