[ Shirou's expression soon becomes more deadpan as he narrows his eyes. There's a part of him that want to tell him angrily who he is and that he should know exactly who he is. But that thought soon fades as he realizes.
This is Kotomine.
But this is not the Kotomine he knows. His mind knows that much, so it's unnecessary for him to ask at all. Even though he was similar, Shirou could tell by his appearance alone that he was different. Younger, perhaps. From a different time, perhaps.
But the expression on his face told him enough. That he was still just as messed up as he was. Maybe he already had Angra Mainyu in him. Even if he did, Shirou wouldn't be able to tell the difference. He wasn't a formal magi, after all.
Though it is strange that he doesn't speak much. It's unlike him, but in a way, it kind of relieves him from hearing long monologues that took forever. Emiya Shirou always wished that Kotomine would get straight to the point. Although he's tempted to say no, to reject his question, he'll ask regardless, with gritted teeth, his left hand tensing up slightly, curling up into a tight fist.
He needs to restrain himself for now. ]
Yeah.
[ He won't sit down. He won't take a seat. He'll just ask, standing. The only relief is that he's not eating mapo tofu, nor is he asking him to try some. Shirou's not in the mood to eat, after all, and he wants answers. ]
You know where this place is, don't you? [ A serious, yet tense voice. He wasn't going to fight Kotomine unless he really had to. But he adds: ] And I don't mean this cafe.
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This is Kotomine.
But this is not the Kotomine he knows. His mind knows that much, so it's unnecessary for him to ask at all. Even though he was similar, Shirou could tell by his appearance alone that he was different. Younger, perhaps. From a different time, perhaps.
But the expression on his face told him enough. That he was still just as messed up as he was. Maybe he already had Angra Mainyu in him. Even if he did, Shirou wouldn't be able to tell the difference. He wasn't a formal magi, after all.
Though it is strange that he doesn't speak much. It's unlike him, but in a way, it kind of relieves him from hearing long monologues that took forever. Emiya Shirou always wished that Kotomine would get straight to the point. Although he's tempted to say no, to reject his question, he'll ask regardless, with gritted teeth, his left hand tensing up slightly, curling up into a tight fist.
He needs to restrain himself for now. ]
Yeah.
[ He won't sit down. He won't take a seat. He'll just ask, standing. The only relief is that he's not eating mapo tofu, nor is he asking him to try some. Shirou's not in the mood to eat, after all, and he wants answers. ]
You know where this place is, don't you? [ A serious, yet tense voice. He wasn't going to fight Kotomine unless he really had to. But he adds: ] And I don't mean this cafe.